Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

By the time these people reached their destination, it was already dark.

In Shirou Emiya's view, the orange-haired youth in the red school uniform who was in the lead kicked the dojo sign hanging on the door to pieces.

And they were shouting something loudly.

Hearing the commotion, everyone inside the dojo rushed out. Seeing the scene before them, they quickly raised their wooden swords and aimed them at the orange-haired youth who was in the lead.

Despite facing so many people, the young man did not back down at all. He quickly charged forward and snatched a wooden knife from one of the apprentices.

In an instant, all the apprentices who had surrounded him collapsed to the ground in agony, while the thugs behind the young man clutched their stomachs and laughed loudly.

"Are you challenging us?"

Emiya Shirou slowly walked to the entrance of the dojo.

He revealed his form, and a red cloak appeared in Shirou Emiya's hands.

Emiya Shirou laid all the people lying on the ground aside and then covered them with his red cloak.

These are relics made by Joan of Arc, which have restorative properties. Presumably, it won't be long before these people's injuries heal.

After all, they only suffered superficial injuries.

"drink!"

"tower!"

Shouts and crashing sounds were heard inside the room, indicating that the young man had clashed with the dojo master.

Emiya Shirou frowned. Under the influence of the Holy Relics, those who had collapsed and fainted quickly recovered.

Chapter 318 Swordsman Assassin

"I absolutely refuse to believe that Mr. Ayatsuji, the Last Samurai, would be defeated by someone like you."

Standing in front of the orange-haired youth was a burly man with a buzz cut who looked extremely strong.

He gripped the wooden knife tightly, his eyes revealing anger and a panic he himself was unaware of.

"It's been so long since I've been here, I never expected that someone would still want to rebuild this dojo. They really haven't learned their lesson. The era of swordsmen is long gone!"

Standing next to the orange-haired youth, the delinquents looked at the burly man with extreme disdain, their eyes filled with contempt.

"What 'The Last Samurai'? He's nothing but a piece of trash!"

"You are absolutely not allowed to talk about Mr. Ayatsuji like that!!"

Enraged, he raised the wooden knife in his hand and swung it at the man's head.

"call out--!"

Just as the boy raised his wooden sword to defend himself, the burly man's wooden sword suddenly changed direction, bypassing the sword and slashing directly at the boy's neck.

"Hmph! This is a sword technique mastered by Mr. Ayatsuji; you couldn't possibly react to it—"

"clang--!"

A crisp sound of impact erupted in the air.

How can it be!

The burly man's eyes widened; these were the last things he thought of as he lost consciousness.

The next second, a powerful force exploded from his abdomen. The wooden sword in the orange-haired youth's hand, after blocking the strong man's slash, quickly retaliated and struck his abdomen.

The intense pain caused him to lose consciousness and collapse to the ground.

"Throw her out! Boring. I thought the daughter of the Last Samurai, as a Bladebreaker, would give me some surprises, but it seems she hasn't returned to this dojo for the past two years."

He felt extremely bored; these people couldn't even get him to warm up.

He casually tossed the wooden sword aside, tilted his head, and stretched out a hand with utter contempt in his eyes.

"Orochimaru!"

As he finished speaking, a snake-bone sword appeared in his hand. The entire blade was like a snake's bone, divided into several sections, each with serrated edges like snake fangs.

"I feel a little reluctant to destroy this place again, but we can't be without a place to stay while we're operating near the Pojun Academy, can we?"

He grinned, and the serpent-like bone sword raged outwards.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A series of collision sounds rang out from the air, and sparks of wood chips mixed with metal exploded in the air.

Then, Shirou Emiya, clad in armor, gradually materialized from the air.

And what he held in his hand was none other than the wooden sword that the orange-haired youth had thrown out.

"Enough! There's no point in destroying someone else's dojo like this!"

Emiya Shirou removed his armor, stood before him, gripping his wooden sword tightly, and stared intently at him.

Previously, the group of young people had their backs to him, and he had never made eye contact with them.

This young man with orange hair had sharp, wolf-like eyes. Although his clothes were disheveled, the skull tattoo on his chest gave him an extremely unsettling aura.

"Oh? Interesting? Someone from Pojun Academy?"

He grinned, stopped his attack with his weapon, and looked at the suddenly appearing Shirou Emiya with interest.

He could sense that the red-haired man in front of him was a swordsman, and if he was a swordsman, then he had to defeat him.

Otherwise, wouldn't that be a disservice to his title, "Swordsman Killer"?

Although Shirou Emiya was wearing a black veil over his head, he was actually wearing the uniform of Hagun Academy underneath. Anyone with eyes could tell at a glance that Shirou Emiya was a member of Hagun Academy.

Of course, others could also tell that these delinquents were from Greed Wolf Academy. Only someone like Emiya Shirou, who knew nothing about the place, wouldn't know where they came from.

"Hey! What's your name? Wei?"

He planted the snake-bone sword in the ground and asked Shirou Emiya why he was there. He didn't care why Shirou Emiya was there; as long as he could enjoy the battle, that was enough.

The sense of crisis emanating from Shirou Emiya deeply attracted him.

"Emiya Shirou!"

Emiya Shirou answered his question very politely.

"I am Kurashiki Kurato from Tanrou Academy! Hey! I'm telling you, take out your unique spirit armor, let's have a fight here. If you win, I won't come back to this dojo!"

Kurashiki Kurato licked his lips, smiled slightly, revealing his serrated mouth. He craved battle, the kind of battle where he could crush his enemies to pieces.

"No! I can still beat you with this wooden sword!"

Emiya Shirou gripped the wooden sword tightly in his hand, and one magical rune after another appeared on it—an enhancement magic he hadn't used in a long time.

"You bastard! Are you looking down on me?!"

Upon hearing Shirou Emiya's words, Kurashiki Kurato instantly flew into a rage, and the snake-bone sword in his hand became incredibly violent, surging around him.

You will pay the price for those words!

No sooner had he finished speaking than a whooshing sound came from in front of Shirou Emiya—it was a silver sword flash.

As soon as the battle began, Kurashiki Kuratsu immediately shortened the distance between them.

Driven by immense rage, his aura surged at an alarming rate.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Magic surged through him, and the floor cracked as he approached.

"Qiang——!"

Emiya Shirou steadily deflected Kurashiki Kurato's sudden attack with his wooden sword.

But clearly, his attack was not over.

At this moment, Kurashiki Kurato grinned and kept swinging his weapon at Emiya Shirou. These random slashes were more like smashes than cleaving.

Just like Kurashiki Kurato doesn't use any swordsmanship, there are no rules, no skills, he's just simple and crude like a wild beast, roaring and howling as he attacks Emiya Shirou's position like a sudden downpour.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Countless afterimages erupted in front of Shirou Emiya, filling the entire dojo with sounds of impact, flying wood chips, and sparks.

The wooden blade and the knife blade collided heavily, causing the impact force to ripple outwards from the point of impact, rubbing against the air and instantly disrupting the surroundings.

Chapter 319 Clash of Talent and Experience

Inside the training ground, the sounds of weapons clashing resounded intensely, causing sparks to fly everywhere, creating a dazzling spectacle.

Despite the relentless onslaught, Shirou Emiya's defenses remained impenetrable, with not a single strike managing to breach them.

But Shirou Emiya is not just good at simple defense.

"flaw!"

Seizing the opportunity, he gripped the wooden sword tightly and thrust it straight at Kurashiki Kurato's chest, which was wide open from the relentless attack.

"Qiang——!"

The serpent sword suddenly straightened and appeared in front of his chest, blocking Shirou Emiya's attack.

Emiya Shirou frowned slightly, but his hands did not stop moving.

All that could be heard was a thunderous roar. Shirou Emiya's figure shifted, and the wooden blade in his hand had appeared beside Kurashiki Kurato without anyone noticing.

At this moment, Kurashiki Kurato held the snake bone sword directly in front of him. With a normal person's reaction speed, there was simply no way he could react in time when Emiya Shirou swung the sword.

Even Toudou Touka couldn't react in time. However, due to her powerful sword-swinging speed, even though Emiya Shirou was about to strike Toudou Touka's neck, she was still able to react and defend herself.

But at that moment, Kurashiki Kurato glanced at it slightly—

"Qiang————!"

The straight snake-bone sword in front of Kurashiki Kurato bent and appeared to his side, firmly blocking Emiya Shirou's attack.

"call out--!"