A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

Shirou in S

Under Aber and Sakura's supervision, he changed into a brand new white suit, which was neatly arranged by the two gentle women.

"Hmm, it looks good." Jeanne d'Arc rarely gave Shirou such a compliment.

However, it seems that this saintess's style has changed a bit recently.

He often went shopping with Karen, and they would always eat a lot of sweets together.

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Although Jeanne d'Arc's body as a Servant has not changed shape, Kallen's figure has recently become somewhat fleshy.

The last time this nun visited Shirou's house, she complained that her old stockings were a bit too tight.

If there's anything that hasn't changed, it's the bust size.

Karen seemed to really want those extra pounds to go where they belonged, but they seemed to have their own ideas.

Shirou believes he also has the right to speak on this matter.

Because his hands also had their own thoughts, but neither Saber nor the goddess believed his explanation at all.

As Shirou reminisced about the interesting things that had happened in the past few days, he strolled along the streets of the downtown town.

Fuyuki City is a city built at the foot of a mountain. Standing on the highway at the top of the mountain, you can take in the entire city of Fuyuki with just a slight side glance, and you can also clearly see the iconic bright red Fuyuki Bridge.

Compared to ten years ago, the city has indeed changed dramatically.

Shirou strolled leisurely through this seaside town, passing through residential areas and commercial streets, and through the lush cherry blossom trees that had not yet bloomed in early spring, feeling the city's ever-changing landscape.

About half an hour later, Shirou arrived at the area outside Fuyuki Airport.

"Shirou~!"

The girl's joyful calls came over.

Shirou looked in that direction, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

Because the weather wasn't quite warm yet, the girl wore a red coat, and her long, smooth, black hair was tied into pigtails. She looked tired, as if she had stayed up too late the night before and seemed to be sleep-deprived.

"Over here! Shirou's really late."

The girl puffed out her cheeks slightly, as if she were being a little sulky.

"Isn't the flight at nine o'clock? I think we still have plenty of time."

It's only 8:30 now.

Rin's cheeks flushed slightly, and she turned her face away as if she remembered something. Even when she was being emotional, she didn't forget to pull Shirou's arm and walk into the airport.

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"Let's hurry inside and wait, it's a bit cold outside."

Rin would never tell anyone that she tossed and turned until very late last night and only slept for four hours.

It's all because of that guy Lancer, who suddenly brought up such embarrassing topics as dating and traveling, which made her so upset that she couldn't even sleep.

Humph, bad woman!

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……

Shortly after boarding the plane, Shirou felt something approaching his shoulder.

"Huh...huh..."

Faint breathing sounds and a few sleep-like murmurs could be heard.

Shirou listened carefully and realized that the girl was murmuring "Shirou...Shirou..."

Shirou glanced at the sleeping girl who was hugging his arm, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

This feeling is subtle yet beautiful. If I had to use a metaphor, I could only think of a line from "One Hundred Years of Solitude," which I can slightly adapt.

—"The ship of her years is rounding the last promontory of childhood."

The high school girl is just beginning to touch upon maturity and allure, and Rin is far superior to most of her peers in this regard. The arrogance of a magician adds to her elegant temperament.

Chapter Two: The Temporary Clock Tower

After confirming that no one was looking in their direction, Shirou slightly waved his right hand and, as if by magic, produced a blanket, which he then covered Rin with.

Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the girl beside him was a pleasure for Shirou as well.

At Shirou's level, unless he has some obsession or ambition, there are not many things in this world that can interest him.

Because of his absolute control over his own abilities, Shirou is able to do things calmly and steadily.

Although Shirou knew that the Moon World was actually very complex, even he, who had reached his current level, would have difficulty dealing with some extraordinary beings.

What worries Shirou the most are the Outer Gods among the Great Old Ones.

Such a world exists in the Moon Realm, and the chaos within it makes it difficult for Shirou to...

To determine whether those things are already hidden in the world.

If an Outer God were to arrive, Shirou couldn't say for sure whether he could withstand it.

Of course, if it's an existence like Azathoth that controls the multiverse, then the expectations are even greater.

Shirou's current normal strength is enough to easily shatter stars and travel freely within the solar system. However, if he uses the "Simulated Star Chart Avesta," depending on the strength of the enemy, after projecting it onto himself, it can at most reach the level of destroying a star system.

Imagining Shirou's future in his mind, he looked through the small window at the floating sea of ​​clouds.

Time just passes slowly.

"Hmm...uh...Shirou..."

The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her cheeks were flushed, as if she were having a strange dream.

Gradually waking up from her sleep, Rin quickly looked to her side and, finding Shirou still there, felt relieved and continued to hold his arm.

The blanket covering Rin had fallen off at some point, and Shirou reached out to grab it, then draped it back over Rin, asking her a casual question.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"Uh...this...this..."

Rin blushed instantly and stammered, unable to utter a coherent sentence.

Seeing that she was unwilling to talk about it, Shirou didn't press her for details and took another look at the increasingly clear London cityscape outside the window.

"It looks like we'll be there soon."

……

London.

This city, once known as the "Fog City," has undergone a decade of development and is now completely different from what it once was.

Walking on the neatly paved stone path, Shirou and Rin weaved through the bustling crowd.

The air was thick with the greasy smell of fish and chips, and the exhaust fumes from one of London's symbols: double-decker buses.

Gentlemen in waterproof jackets, women with scarves or shawls, and children chatting loudly as they board buses are all traveling through this foggy city with different purposes.

London's population is said to be around eight million, but just looking at the numbers doesn't really give you a sense of it, since they are basically all unrelated people.

People of all kinds spend most of their day in the rows of brown or gray buildings, a scene that seems to be the end of the stars.

"I feel a little hungry."

Rin grabbed Shirou's wrist and led him toward a snack shop.

When it comes to street food, a few stereotypical images always unconsciously come to mind: small stations that provided supplies for travelers in ancient times, or convenient and affordable mobile vendors in the streets and alleys.

When discussing street food, most studies focus on developing countries, paying attention to aspects related to street food such as food supply, food safety, nutritional intake, and even urban residents' employment and gender roles.

In recent years, street food in some developed countries has begun to take a different approach, with new food concepts, new business images and strategies, and even new lifestyles slowly emerging in the corners of some big cities.

"Wow, these Scotchtails are so delicious!"

Rin's eyes lit up as she looked at the English snack in her hand.

Shirou took another serving from Rin and tried it.

"Yes, it's really good."

Basically, it's a dish made by wrapping a soft-boiled egg coated in flour with minced meat, then coating it with egg wash and breadcrumbs and deep-frying it until golden brown. It can be eaten hot or cold and can be paired with salad, sauce, or fries, offering a wide variety of flavors.

Whenever food is mentioned, Shirou always feels like Saber is staring at him. Even though he had only been with Saber for a few days, he suddenly ran off to be all lovey-dovey with Rin. This creates a peculiar sense of transgression.

I really need to buy some local food to take back with me, otherwise Saber will definitely get upset if she finds out that Shirou was having so much fun here but didn't bring her any food.

Rin and I visited several stores. Whether it was the delicious and juicy burger, the seafood lobster rolls and fried shrimp and potato balls, or the high-calorie, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside fries with cheese and rich gravy, all kinds of delicious food were truly unforgettable.

The two ate as they walked toward the clock tower.

"Speaking of which, Rin, what are your plans after you finish high school? Are you going to university, or doing something else?"

Looking out over the Thames, the two walked together onto London Bridge.

"Well... I haven't really thought about it yet."

"Isn't the Clock Tower pretty good? I've heard it's the world's largest magical organization," Shirou said with a hint of sarcasm.

Hearing what Shirou said, Rin looked at the building, whose outline had already appeared, with a touch of emotion.

When Rin was in elementary school, her father, Tokiomi Tohsaka, often went to the Clock Tower to befriend and reminisce with some local nobles. Under such influence, Rin developed a vague longing for the Clock Tower.

If things had gone according to plan, Rin would most likely have gone to study abroad in this place that holds memories of her father.

However, one thing is certain: the clock tower is perhaps the most popular.

It is a magic organization, but it is not the most powerful.

"The Clock Tower, the Wandering Sea, and the Atlas Academy—these are the three major academies of the Mage's Association. Among them, the Clock Tower should actually be the weakest."

"Oh? Why would Rin think that?" Shirou was very curious about this.

Shirou's memory of the Clock Tower has faded considerably; walking through it is as casual to him as walking in his own backyard.

"I learned all of this from the books my father left behind."

Rin said, "However, there is still a lot of description about the other two magic organizations in it, and I only know a little about them."