A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

Unable to bear it any longer, Kirei Kotomine was the first to pick up a spoon and scoop up the only slightly greasy food in the bright red chili oil from the pure white porcelain plate, and put it into his mouth without hesitation.

Image: "Shh", Location: "Images/1673099392-100352746-109794944.jpg"

"Hiss—!"

hot!

So hot!

His tongue, lips, and mouth were burning hot, but even so, Kirei Kotomine couldn't bring himself to spit it out and could only let it roll around freely in his mouth.

After finally managing to swallow it, the distraught Kirei Kotomine immediately looked at Shirou with a somewhat agitated expression.

"What...is this!?"

"This is Mapo Tofu."

Shirou answered Kirei Kotomine's questions.

"It seems you've never even heard of it."

Even people who have never tasted Chinese cuisine have heard of it to some extent, but Kirei Kotomine knew nothing about it.

"Due to some special reasons, I am rarely active in the world of ordinary people..."

Realizing he had lost his composure, Kirei Kotomine's expression gradually returned to calm, but when he saw the Mapo Tofu on the white porcelain plate in front of him, his eyes still burned with an undisguised fervor.

Only such an intense flavor could make someone like Kirei Kotomine feel his heart pounding.

"This is truly the first time I've ever encountered food like this. I can't believe such a beautiful thing exists in this world..."

Kirei Kotomine murmured to himself as he looked at the still steaming, bubbling Mapo Tofu.

He was born with personality defects.

They can't even understand what ordinary people consider beautiful.

On the contrary, he was quite moved by things that many people considered ugly.

This dangerous cognitive bias has kept Kirei Kotomine's miserable life in an indescribable gloom until now.

Neither the birth of his daughter nor the death of his wife could stir any emotion in him.

Although he has always been suppressing his inner ruthlessness and trying his best to conform to the normal world.

But even after all these years, it still hasn't been achieved.

but!

Just today!

Kirei Kotomine felt an indescribable emotion from that piping hot plate of Mapo Tofu.

His heart had never pounded so hard, and his emotions had never been so intense!

This almost twisted pleasure made him crave these delicacies like a starving wild dog.

Kirei Kotomine originally had a mindset of finding Chinese cuisine difficult to handle, but the taste of this restaurant was like hell.

In the mechanical act of repeatedly scooping up tofu and putting it into his mouth, Kirei Kotomine felt his brain gradually losing its basic ability to think.

He now resembles a wild beast feeding on instinct, constantly eating and drinking hot Mapo Tofu.

The garlic sprouts, sliced ​​diagonally, still retain their fresh and vibrant green color.

Together with piping hot, tender tofu, put it in your mouth.

It felt as if it melted on his tongue, making him close his eyes in satisfaction and reveal a joyful smile.

The numbing sensation of Sichuan peppercorns...

The spiciness of Douban (fermented broad bean paste)...

The aroma of beef...

The tofu is hot...

The interplay of various flavors, like a magnificent musical movement, brought Kirei Kotomine a sense of complete spiritual elevation.

Even though his lips were slightly red from the burn, Kirei Kotomine didn't stop at all.

He scooped spoonful by spoonful of tofu into his mouth.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction is filling the emptiness in his heart.

He ate until he was drenched in sweat, as if a fire was burning inside him.

Having long abandoned any pretense of image, Kirei Kotomine now only longs for the moment when he fills his stomach to be delayed, so that he can savor this delicious food for a little longer.

Kirei Kotomine's unstoppable momentum drew the attention of some pedestrians on the street.

Sweat poured down his forehead, but he didn't drink any water. He kept eating, one bite after another, with the ferocity of a demon.

"It might taste really good, right?" People started having this thought.

The result of cooking chili oil and chili peppers together for a hundred years until they are completely blended is a dish that even Kirei Kotomine, who considers himself a heretic, would find incredibly delicious from then on.

The pure white porcelain plate, which was originally covered with chili oil, was emptied in no time after Kirei Kotomine swept it away.

Looking at the clean, pure white porcelain plate, Kirei Kotomine's eyes held a hint of reluctance.

Although I wanted to eat again, I was already too full.

Moreover, if this continues, one might not be able to appreciate the deliciousness of the previous state while in a state of fullness.

Therefore, we had no choice but to give up.

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I want votes! I want them! I want them! I want them! I want them! I want them! (rolling around)

Chapter Thirty-Six: The King of Heroes Has Only One Close Friend

Gilgamesh also sampled it, and although he wasn't as extravagant as Kirei Kotomine, he still showed an expression that the trip was worthwhile.

"That's really good, this is a reward for you."

With that, Gilgamesh took out a golden goblet and tossed it to the shopkeeper.

The store manager hurriedly took the golden wine glass, completely stunned.

"W-This is...!?"

What was just a small gift to the King of Heroes was an extremely valuable item to this ordinary person.

"How casual..."

Shirou shrugged as he watched Gilgamesh walk out of the store without a care in the world.

By the time we reached the street outside, it was already dusk.

The sun set in the west, and the dim, yellowish sunset cast an orange-red hue on the clouds drifting in the sky.

Patches of fiery clouds stretched from the western sun toward this side.

Just as I was about to leave, two figures, one tall and one short, walked towards me.

The man in the lead had a very striking face and a tall stature, and was undoubtedly Rider.

Good evening, everyone!

When Rider saw Shirou and Gilgamesh together, he couldn't help but show a slightly surprised expression.

"You've already become friends after only one day apart?"

Gilgamesh scoffed at these words.

"No matter what"

In the future, in heaven and on earth, there will only be one person worthy to be my friend!

As Gilgamesh uttered these words, his gaze was distant, as if recalling some long-forgotten past, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

Once upon a time, there was a man.

He was a ridiculously stupid guy who wanted to be on par with the Son of God even though his body was made of clay.

His unreasonable arrogance certainly offended the gods in heaven, and the man was punished by the gods and lost his life.

The King of Heroes can never forget the look of him dying with tears streaming down his face.

"Why are you crying?" the Hero King asked at the time. "Do you only regret standing on my side now?"

"not like this."

He replied.

"After I die, who will understand you? Who will accompany you on your journey? My friend... the thought of you living a lonely life from now on brings tears to my eyes..."

Thus, as he watched the man breathe his last, the self-centered king understood that this man's way of life—despite being human, yet wanting to surpass humanity—was more precious and dazzling than all the treasures he had collected.

Without this dear friend, all the glory and honor have become dim and gloomy, and there is no one left to share joys and sorrows with.

"You fool who reaches out his hand to those who do not belong to the realm of humanity... There is only one person in heaven and on earth who is qualified to appreciate your destruction, and no one but me, Gilgamesh!"

"O dazzling yet illusory being, come into my arms, this is my decision!"

The golden glory vanished into the night fog, leaving only an empty and lonely laugh that lingered for a long time.

Image: "Enkidu", Location: "Images/1673171763-100352746-109798664.jpg"

……

For Gilgamesh, Enkidu was the person who influenced him the most, gradually transforming him from a somewhat tyrannical king into a wise one, and adventuring with him to defeat the Bull of Heaven.

Ultimately, Enkidu's death instilled in Gilgamesh a fear of death; no one could have had as much of an impact on Gilgamesh as Enkidu.

The relationship between Enkidu and Gilgamesh may not be pure in terms of love or friendship, but they still call each other best friends.

Ultimately, the reason is that their bond far exceeds the boundaries between these two emotions. Their relationship is an epitome of Uruk, a symbol of the glory of that era, and the most important person to each other in life.

The story of Gilgamesh and Enkidu is actually recorded in the epics.

However, there are still some discrepancies between the records in the epic and the actual events.

While Shirou was pondering these things, Rider spoke again.

"I plan to hold a banquet and invite all the kings to attend, so I have come to invite you all now."