Shirou's clones number 30 million

"Snowing?"

It's the middle of summer, and it's snowing! Did he do that?

"That's about it," Shirou muttered softly, before re-entering Mitsuha's body.

In that instant, the knife fell to the ground with a soft thud, and Miyamizu Mitsuha's body straightened up again before she fell.

Shirou picked up the Mirror Flower Water Moon from the ground, and with a slight thought, stored it into the White Mist Space.

She glanced back at her grandmother, Miyamizu, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, your granddaughter will be back soon."

"Are you... are you a god?"

"No, they're just passersby who came to save this town. This town will be destroyed by a meteorite in a few months and will disappear completely."

"It's like I have a new memory in my mind: the news on TV this morning said that the town would be hit by a meteorite in October and that we had to move as soon as possible."

"Oh...? You were able to detect that. It seems your family's bloodline is quite extraordinary."

When the people in this town see the falling snowflakes, they receive memories woven by Shirou.

A meteorite fell from the sky, so we must move immediately.

At the same time, the snowflakes also possess a certain degree of suggestive magic and hypnotic illusion.

Ordinary people would not notice anything unusual about it.

"Will the town really be destroyed by the meteorite?"

"Ah."

"It's hard to leave one's homeland, and we thank the gods for their rescue. But even when faced with the threat of death, some people may still be unwilling to move."

"Oh...? You wouldn't happen to be one of them too, would you?"

"I will help persuade the townspeople to take the meteorite fall seriously, but it's hard to say how many people will actually be willing to leave."

Shirou remained silent for a long time before letting out a soft sigh.

"That's true. It's hard to leave one's homeland. This is not only because of a lack of sense of crisis, but also because of practical reasons such as money and work."

"Moreover, there are always people who harbor wishful thinking. Unless a knife is held to their throat, they will bury their heads in the sand like ostriches and refuse to believe that a crisis will befall them."

After all, it's still several months before the meteorite falls.

Even with all sorts of abilities, it would be very difficult to move all the people in this town away.

In the end, will we still have to use the same refuge method as in the original work?

On the day the meteorite fell, the people of the town were told to go outside to avoid it.

Alternatively, you could destroy the meteorite yourself on that day.

The problem is that this means the timeline changes can only occur on that one day.

Until that day arrives, the timeline will not change, and the exchange between myself and Miyamizu Mitsuha will continue to occur.

"what……?"

At that moment, Shirou suddenly thought of a solution.

This is the timeline from three years ago. I, using Mitsuha Miyamizu's body, was unable to fly into space and destroy all the meteorites in advance.

However, I can set up a defensive barrier in this town to block the falling meteorites.

In this way, the timeline will also change the instant the barrier is set up.

To ensure the barrier can withstand the meteorite, and also to allow the soul to be released, ask others for help at the gathering tomorrow morning.

The Magic Fairy Sphere developed by Mavis, the first guild master of Fairy Tail, is quite good. We could ask her to improve it further, ideally making it a permanent barrier.

Alternatively, find Shirou Tsukimi and ask him to borrow some defensive equipment from Lala or Deviluke.

Shirou thought about it more and more and felt that it was a good idea, and he felt a little more at ease.

"My Lord, would you like to come in for a cup of tea?" Grandmother Miyamizu asked cautiously.

"Alright."

Shirou nodded slightly, then said:

"In a couple of days, I will try to set up a barrier in this town to hopefully block the impact of the meteorite."

"Yes, do you need our assistance?"

"Well... if I need your help at that time, I won't hesitate to ask."

Shirou paused for a moment, then said again:

"Before setting up the barrier, I plan to walk around the town to find a suitable location. Do you have any recommendations?"

"In that case, please let me show you the way."

"Then trouble you."

Shirou did not refuse; compared to wandering around alone, having someone lead the way would be faster.

Moreover, she is the head priest of Miyamizu Shrine and is no stranger to occult knowledge.

Suddenly, a loud shouting came from the inner room.

"Wow...it's snowing? It's summer here!"

"Sister, why are you wearing a shrine maiden outfit? Aren't you going to school today?"

Grandmother Miyamizu immediately stood up and sternly blocked Yotsuba Miyamizu from rushing towards Shirou:

"Yotsuba, stop fooling around. After you finish breakfast, go to school early."

"What on earth is going on?" Miyamizu Yotsuba looked back and forth between the two of them with a bewildered expression. "Not only Grandma, but my sister seems like a completely different person today."

Chapter 246 That concludes my experience today.

Chapter 246, Section 247: That concludes my experience today.

I am Miyamizu Mitsuha. When I woke up this morning, I found myself lying in a strange room, and my body had turned into a boy's.

At first, I thought I was dreaming.

After changing my clothes and having breakfast, I was momentarily at a loss as to what to do next.

Carrying my schoolbag, I walked out of the house, not knowing where the school was, so I just wandered around aimlessly.

Looking at the things on the street, I was inexplicably moved. This place is exactly the Tokyo I imagined. Am I dreaming?

Just as I was thinking this, a group of guys with weird hairstyles suddenly surrounded me and called me "big brother".

What's going on? Who am I? Where am I?

Surrounded by a crowd, I was walking towards school when a blond high school student suddenly blocked my way.

He was a very strange boy, very thin, with a face that screamed weakness, but his eyes were unusually firm.

Upon seeing himself, he began shouting and yelling, as if asking himself why he had started a war with the Tokyo Swastika Society.

Tokyo Swastika Society? What's that? Some kind of shady organization?

Why did the war break out? How would I know?

So, who am I, anyway?

While he was deep in thought, a tall henchman suddenly kicked the blond boy, leaving him lying on the ground unable to get up for a long time.

"stop!"

I couldn't help but shout, and the next moment, I found that everyone had become unusually quiet and respectfully stepped aside.

Does this mean I have to give them a lecture? Oh... I've seen this kind of scene on TV before.

So, what should I say?

"Um... are you from the Tokyo Swastika Society?"

In short, use this as an opening to clarify the situation first.

“I…I…I’m not from the Tokyo Swastika Society.”

The blond boy's face clearly showed hesitation, and his voice became somewhat low:

"Your fighting with the Tokyo Swastika Society this Saturday will lead to many bad things, so I must stop this battle!"

This tone sounds like someone from the future has traveled back in time.

What a strange person!

"What bad thing happened?"

"My...friends, my girlfriend, they will all die."

So it was for someone important to him. I guess I can understand his feelings a little now.

I thought about it and asked again:

"In that case, how do you plan to stop that battle?"

"I want to know, why are you going to war with the Tokyo Swastika Society? According to my investigation, there shouldn't be any direct conflict between you."

The blond boy clenched his fists tightly and said very seriously:

"Please tell me the reason for starting this war. If there's anything I can do, I'll do it with all my might!"

I really want to tell you, but I don't know as much as you do.

I unconsciously shifted my gaze to the tall boy next to me, intending to ask him the reason for starting the fight, but he seemed to have misunderstood.

Instead of answering, she strode forward and tried to kick the blond boy again.

Seeing this, I quickly stopped them:

"stop!"

"Brother, he's clearly provoking us. It was Dongwan and his gang of bastards who started the war, and now he's coming to tell us to stop? Isn't he just looking for trouble?"

The blond boy looked surprised, but quickly recovered and said loudly: