Shirou's clones number 30 million

Finally, Rin Tohsaka stopped and looked at Sakura dejectedly.

My younger sister dislikes me.

At that moment, she suddenly felt like crying.

Unlike the two sisters with their awkward relationship, Shirou kept looking up at the projection in the sky.

He was very interested in the outcome of the battle.

There was no cover in the empty arena.

This situation is actually extremely disadvantageous for a magician assassin like Kiritsugu Emiya.

However, his combat experience was far superior to Kenneth's.

The two exchanged blows, a duel between modern firearms and magical costumes, making for a highly entertaining spectacle.

Inside the arena, a gunshot rang out, and Kenneth coughed up a mouthful of blood, struggling as he collapsed to the ground.

Nero then appeared and said loudly:

"I hereby announce that the winner of the second Master Tournament is—Emiya Kiritsugu."

Kenneth is finished.

Shirou shook his head slightly, realizing that Nero didn't seem to intend to save him.

Participating in the competition carries risks; proceed with caution.

Kenneth was hit by the Origin Bullet and was critically injured. Even if Kiritsugu hadn't finished him off, his tragedy was already sealed.

Next up is Webber versus Kirei Kotomine; it's amazing he even dared to sign up.

The projection in the air changed again. Inside the arena, Kirei Kotomine stood alone on the stage, with no one around him.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that Weber has chosen to run away?

Nero flashed and reappeared on the stage.

He raised his right hand and said with a smile:

"It seems that Webber has no intention of continuing to play and has chosen to run away at the last minute."

"Let me count down, 10, 9, 8...0."

"Time's up! Due to Waver's withdrawal, Kirei Kotomine automatically wins the third Master Match."

"Next, we will draw lots to determine the semifinalists."

Nero beckoned with his right hand, and a cardboard box appeared out of thin air at his feet.

She bent down, took out a slip of paper, glanced at it, and smiled:

"So, the semifinalists for the Master Tournament have been decided: Kirei Kotomine and Kiritsugu Emiya, with Kariya Matou receiving a bye."

"Considering that neither of them has been too exhausted, we will rest for five minutes before the semi-finals officially begin!"

On the streets of the city.

Rin Tohsaka looked up at Nero and couldn't help but say:

"Isn't this too impulsive? How can it start so quickly?"

"That's why he's a notorious tyrant," Shirou retorted with a laugh.

Chapter Fourteen: Who would willingly seek death?

Section 14, Chapter Fourteen: Who would willingly seek death?

One Piece world.

Shirou held an iced teacup in his hands and kept exerting force to lower the temperature of the teacup.

This is one of his daily practice routines, a way to develop his Devil Fruit powers discreetly.

Although the Snow-Snow Fruit involves temperature, it is not a temperature-regulating fruit; it can only indirectly lower the temperature.

Therefore, the development difficulty is indeed quite high.

Even though he only developed in this one direction, there was still little progress.

"Sigh... I also want to watch the match. The Nero Festival of Servants and Masters will definitely involve a lot of fighting, it must be very exciting."

As he sighed, a voice suddenly came from beside him:

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

"Why……?"

Shirou subconsciously snapped out of his daze and turned to look, but there was no one in the direction from which the sound came.

"Gone? What did I just say? Where did he go?"

Shirou stared blankly at the air for a long time before continuing to struggle with the iced teacup in his hand.

About ten minutes later, a man suddenly appeared out of nowhere, bowing respectfully.

"The arena is ready. If you are interested, please follow me."

"what……?"

Shirou was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening.

I think I just said something like I wanted to watch a game or a fight, so did he hear what I said and make arrangements for it?

"Alright, lead the way."

"Yes, please follow me."

Soon after, Shirou followed the man to the arena and sat down in the most prominent spot in the center.

At this moment, perhaps due to the rushed arrangements, there was only Shirou in the audience.

"Let's begin."

"Yes."

The man standing next to Shirou clapped his hands.

The next moment, two young women in shackles were brought to the center of the arena.

These are two very beautiful girls, around fifteen years old, whose devilish figures are still visible beneath their tattered clothes.

What caught Shirou's attention most was that he recognized one of the girls.

"This is the gladiatorial contest you arranged?"

"Yes!" The man immediately knelt on one knee. "When I heard you mention words like Nero, I felt that it was a woman's name, so I made the arrangements without permission. Please punish me."

"No, get up. I'm just curious."

Shirou's gaze then settled on a girl in the room, and he slowly spoke:

"If I remember correctly, that girl wasn't one of our family's slaves, was she?"

“Last week, the patriarch won back a batch of slaves at the arena, and that girl was one of them.”

"I see."

It's absolutely terrible that Hancock became my slave without my knowledge.

"I rarely watch gladiatorial combat. How exactly is it arranged?"

"It can be roughly divided into two types: physical combat and deathmatch."

"Let's have a showy fight then, and make sure they fight as spectacularly as possible. By the way, are they both Devil Fruit users?"

"No."

"If I were to offer a Devil Fruit as the winner's prize, what would you recommend?"

"Among the treasures the patriarch won back last week, there was a sweet fruit..."

"Oh...is this fate?"

Shirou's lips curled up slightly, and he burst into laughter.

"Looks like I'll have to go check the warehouse again later."

Unexpectedly, another batch of treasures returned.

It looks like my collection is going to grow again.

However, Hancock felt it was a bit of a waste to give the Love-Love Fruit, a Devil Fruit that can enhance one's appearance.

Although he had not yet mastered Observation Haki, he could vaguely sense the resentment Hancock harbored towards him.

Or rather, she didn't resent herself, but rather all the Celestial Dragons.

Although fear was the dominant emotion, such intense resentment meant that if she had the chance, she would definitely kill herself.

For someone like that, there's no need to use the sweet fruit to aid the enemy.

In Shirou's opinion, Hancock is pretty now, but that's about it; she doesn't have the charm of the world's most beautiful woman at all.

This clearly demonstrates how much sweet fruit enhances one's appearance.

"Let's start the fight. Whoever loses, I'll give her a Zoan-type Caterpillar Fruit."

Upon hearing this, the two girls in the arena were instantly filled with boundless fighting spirit, glaring at each other with unspoken fury, as if they were burning with raging flames.

"Ha ha……"

Shirou laughed again, thinking to himself:

After the match, if I said I was just joking, I'd probably be even more resentful, right?

However, I'm not worried about having a lot of debt, so it doesn't matter.

……

Inside the white mist space, after exchanging memories once more, both Mafia Shirou and Young Shirou looked at the Celestial Dragon Shirou with subtle glances.

"As expected of a Celestial Dragon."

"Heh... Celestial Dragons."