A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

Good morning, Misaki.

Sakura smiled and nodded at the other person.

After exchanging greetings, Ayako Mitsuri looked at Shirou.

"There's a match after noon today, don't forget our promise, Orihara-kun~"

"Okay, I understand," Shirou said casually.

Afterwards, they each went to their classrooms.

Not long after I sat down in my seat, the exceptionally intelligent math teacher walked in, skillfully picked up the chalk and wrote on the blackboard, then began to teach fluently and eloquently.

As for Shirou at that moment, he lowered his head and focused intently on writing and drawing in his notebook with a pencil.

Snap————

The pen refill suddenly broke, leaving a black mark on the pristine white notebook.

Shirou pressed the end of the pencil, and a brand new lead emerged from the tip. He then gripped the pencil and began to write rapidly, gradually staining the pure white notebook with a dense layer of black ink.

After a while.

Shirou looked at his masterpiece, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

When Joan of Arc, in her spirit form, saw this, she felt that this guy was mocking her, and she was so angry that she wanted to rush out and punch him.

Ring ring ring ring —

As the bell rang, the classroom returned to its lively atmosphere as it had at the beginning, as if even the air was filled with a joyful feeling.

Once get out of class was over, the students went back to playing their own games.

For example, a few students sitting in the corner were playing Monster Hunter on their PSPs, occasionally exclaiming in amazement at the exciting parts.

"wonderful!"

Then, it seemed that the game had entered another phase, and they began urging their friends to hurry up.

"Where's the meat? Where's the meat? Hurry up and put the tongs in!"

"No, that's not right!"

"Do you even know how to play, you noob!"

"What are you doing? Ouch!"

"Hmph hmph hmph ahhhhh!!!"

In this atmosphere, the morning passed quickly.

……

On a winter afternoon, Shirou arrived at the archery club right on time.

"You're finally here!" As soon as they arrived, Ayako, who had been waiting, quickly walked over and took Shirou's arm, leading him inside. "Quick, go change into your dojo uniform. With you here, we're sure to win this time!"

"Don't have too high expectations of me. There might be someone who shoots even better than me," Shirou joked.

"How could that be? Who could shoot more accurately than you?!" Ayako Mitsuri had a lot of confidence in Shirou, raising her hand to pat him on the back. "In the field of archery, I would call you the strongest!"

Since it's winter, you can just drape your dojo uniform over your body.

As Shirou put on the clean white clothes, he spoke to Ayako Mizuki.

"After that day, nothing strange happened, right?"

Upon hearing this, the girl's cheeks suddenly flushed red.

"you mean?"

She suddenly remembered what Shirou had done that night, his carefree attitude just now.

Her lively demeanor suddenly turned shy.

“I mean, did you encounter any magicians or other dangers?” Shirou corrected.

“…That’s not the case.”

Ayako Mitsuki's eyes held a hint of resentment as she said, "Get dressed and hurry up and come with me!"

Just as Mitsuki Ayako turned around, she suddenly felt the man behind her approach and whisper in her ear.

"I'm so sorry about what happened that day."

In an instant, the girl blushed, bit her lip in anger, turned around and punched Shirou.

"You...you shouldn't say things like that all of a sudden!"

"Ouch, that hurts! I feel like my heart has stopped," Shirou said, feigning pain.

But Ayako Mitsuki gave him a look that said, "Keep pretending."

Shirou suddenly felt bored and asked directly.

"Which school are we going to face this time?"

“Sakuraba Academy High School. Although none of the archers in their archery club are better than me, most of them are only average. So we need to get a higher score to beat them.”

Ayako Mitsuki said with a hint of helplessness.

It gives the impression of a king who can't carry a bunch of bronze and silver-level players.

"You've really worked hard." Shirou patted her shoulder. "By the way, can I call you Ayako?"

"Okay," Ayako replied, her cheeks slightly flushed. "But don't even think about doing anything to me like you did that night...!"

Originally, Ayako wanted to mention that she knew martial arts, but then she suddenly remembered Shirou's superb fighting ability and realized with dismay that she really had no way to resist when he was about to do something reckless.

"What are you thinking? How could I be that kind of person?" Shirou said righteously.

"Tch, I don't believe it!" The feeling from that day seemed to reappear at this moment, and Ayako Mitsuki immediately turned her face away.

Without wasting any more time on this topic, Ayako led Shirou into the dojo.

The match between the two schools is currently at an extremely tense stage.

The rules are that each archery club sends out five members to shoot three arrows in turn, and the winner is determined by the total score. As you can see, this competition is conducted in a team format.

The members of the Homurahara Academy Archery Club began to draw their bows and nock their arrows, then pulled the bowstrings taut with perfect form.

call out----!

The arrow shot out swiftly and finally hit the target.

The referee standing to the side glanced over immediately, then blew his whistle: "One ring!"

Seeing this scene, Mitsuki Ayako, standing next to Shirou, sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

"You saw it too, didn't you..."

"I think it's fine. For a beginner, hitting the target is a victory," Shirou said.

"But they've been studying for almost a year already."

"Ah...that's it..."

Upon hearing that Suigunhara Academy's entry was only a "first-rounder," the members of the archery club at Sakuraba Academy High School burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!! The archery club at Homurahara Academy is so lame!"

Chapter Fifty-Nine: We Can't Do Anything

"Waaaaah!" The male student who finally shot a three-ring shot was so angry that his face turned red. He ran off the stage, tears falling like beads in the air.

"Next up, Ayako Mizuki!" the student in charge of the roster immediately called out.

Upon hearing the sound, Ayako looked at Shirou.

"Well then, I'll go first."

"Yes." Shirou nodded.

Then, Ayako Mitsumi walked onto the stage, picked up the bow, nocked an arrow, and shot it with perfect composure.

call out----!

The arrow shot out, cutting through the air, and struck the bullseye with dazzling speed.

The referee widened his eyes slightly, then blew his whistle.

"Mitsuzuri Ayako, ten rings!"

In an instant, the members of the Sakuraba Academy High School Archery Club were in an uproar.

"That's Ayako Midori, the captain of the archery club at Homurahara Academy... She's amazing!"

"That's incredible! A perfect ten on the first shot. None of our archery club members have ever hit the bullseye so easily..."

"So beautiful... no, so amazing!"

"The captain of the Homurahara Academy Archery Club lives up to her reputation, but even she can't hit the bullseye every time!"

In her next two archery attempts, Ayako Mitsumi hit the seventh and ninth rings respectively.

The final score is twenty-six.

"Hmph, the only good thing about the captain of the Homurahara Archery Club is that he's a rookie!"

"They're just too weak~"

"Yes, that's right, we're definitely going to win this time!"

Some people even started whistling.

"Mitsuzuri-senpai! Why don't you join our Sakuraba Academy~!"

"Exactly, practicing with this group of weaklings will only make your skills worse!"

Upon hearing those sounds, the students of the archery club at Homurahara Academy immediately turned pale.

"Next up, Orihara Shirou!" The person in charge...

The students reading the roster continued reading expressionlessly, as if to say that human joys and sorrows are not all the same.

"I'll leave the rest to you~" Ayako Mitsuzuri said to Shirou as she approached him.

"If I help you win, will there be a reward?" Shirou suddenly asked.