Sister Rescue Plan

As Izayoi Mirai drifted into her thoughts, a slight stirring stirred within her. A faint magical energy flowed into her eyes, causing a barely perceptible red glow to appear in her pupils.

Medea's eyes lost focus, her lovely face flushed a light pink, and she slowly moved closer to Izayoi Mirai.

Wow, even a magician wouldn't work this fast! You're a Heroic Spirit! Even a beautiful woman can resist a brush's beauty mark!

Just as the atmosphere in the room was gradually turning into something that good children shouldn't see, Izayoi Mirai heard light footsteps outside the door.

When Izayoi Mirai told Medea about the Mystic Eyes, she already harbored some indescribable ulterior motives. Naturally, she had sent Illya away early on, but she hadn't expected that this girl would have such a strong thirst for knowledge.

The quick-witted Mirai cleverly replaced her seduction with a hint and gave the order to turn back into a mature woman.

Visibly, Medea's legs began to lengthen, her waistline became more alluring, and her chest swelled up as if inflated, straining against her clothes.

Seeing that the clothes that originally fit her were about to be stretched to pieces, Izayoi Mirai immediately transformed her back into a loli figure, saying that she should try on a looser outfit later.

But can it even change size at will? That's quite a powerful hint. Izayoi Mirai felt like she'd found a way to make money, but thinking about it, she didn't seem to be short of cash.

Just as Izayoi Mirai was enthusiastically studying how many uses there were for the hint, the barrier suddenly issued an alarm. Before he could react, he saw Medea get up and quickly revert to her mature and elegant appearance. Her body was covered in a black robe, and her movements were swift and decisive. There was no sign of her being controlled at all.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

As darkness fell, under the dim moonlight, someone ascended the steps, his handsome face exuding an indescribable air of nobility.

Hearing the noise, Sasaki Kojiro, who was sitting cross-legged under the tree, stood up, put away his phone, which was a gift from Izayoi Mirai. He usually used it to read Buddhist scriptures and other things, and was quite content with it.

"A very nice sword," the newcomer exclaimed, but he wasn't looking at the three-foot-long sword; he was looking at Kojiro himself.

With blond hair, red eyes, and a noble air, Kojiro quickly identified the visitor by comparing the information Izayoi Mirai had given him: "The King of Heroes, Gilgamesh."

But unlike others, he didn't sense any arrogance. The arrogance that came from the bone was an almost condescending gentleness, looking down on everyone with a rather natural attitude.

“Good eye, Assassin.” Gilgamesh casually drew a sword from behind him, its tip pointing to the ground. “Let me see your swordsmanship in cutting down a swallow.”

Kojiro was puzzled when his secret move was revealed, but he didn't panic. He was just an Assassin, but he always fought head-on, much more upright than Cú Chulainn. For a Servant like Gilgamesh with many Noble Phantasms, he couldn't be killed in one hit, so whether he knew or not didn't matter much.

At that moment, Izayoi Mirai also arrived, with Medea following behind.

To his surprise, Gilgamesh didn't get angry when he saw him. After glancing at him, his gaze swept to the left front, which was the location where Cú Chulainn was hiding. Izayoi Mirai originally wanted him to unleash his ultimate move at a crucial moment, which was a very safe strategy, whether to save the day or to lay the foundation for victory.

"Don't even think about letting that rabid dog ambush you." Gilgamesh's statement was less a warning and more a calm statement of his opinion. "No matter how much the hyena grinds its teeth and sucks blood in the shadows, it can't threaten the lion."

At the same time, Sasaki Kojiro also told Izayoi Mirai that his Noble Phantasm had been seen through, and Izayoi Mirai frowned.

This guy must have activated some kind of omniscient and omnipotent star.

Only this sage-like state of mind, born from a profound understanding of all things, could allow him to speak so calmly with Yoshino Mirai. Otherwise, given his previous temper, he would have beaten the dog to a pulp upon meeting.

"What is your purpose in coming here, Hero King?"

“Of course I’m here to end this game,” Gilgamesh said with a smile. “Don’t you think it’s been dragging on for too long, outsider?”

It really was the inhibitory force that caused this.

There weren't many surprises in the future for Yushou. The signs of the Counter Force's intervention today were too obvious. He had this feeling when Gilgamesh appeared.

"Since we're enemies, you surely wouldn't mind if we ganged up on each other, right, Hero King?"

Yosuke Mirai gave a forced smile, "After all, we're too weak for you; you probably wouldn't find any fun in fighting us."

“Since we are enemies, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Gilgamesh nodded and smiled. “Then, it is only right that I, the king, wield EA.”

He looked at Izayoi Mirai's frozen smile, like a seasoned hunter seeing through a fox's clumsy scheme and effortlessly luring it into a trap.

He crossed his arms and looked at Izayoi Mirai with a leisurely air: "I also want to enjoy the fun of the game a bit more. How about this, I won't use EA, I'll take down Ryudouji one by one, how about that?"

Yoruichi's mouth was full of bitterness. Gilgamesh, who had activated his omniscience and omnipotence, was no match for these few people. He was not only Archer, but could also be Saber, Caster, Lancer, and Rider at the same time. He regretted not bringing Arthur along as well. Arthur's Noble Phantasm was not inferior to Ea once it was activated.

Now all we can do is stall for time; he has already sent his familiars out to find Arthur.

Gilgamesh paid no attention to Izayoi Mirai's little tricks. He raised his sword and extended an invitation to Sasaki Kojiro.

The next moment, a snow-white blade came hurtling towards them.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The Fifth Shinobi World War will conclude by the day after tomorrow at the latest. Those who want to see the Date A Live storyline, please be patient. Posting too many urgent reviews is affecting my mood.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Father and daughter cannot!

Sasaki Kojiro's sword strikes were incredibly fast; as the air was torn apart, a series of sharp, explosive sounds followed. Under the soft moonlight, the white streak of light resembled a swimming dragon, entangled with another golden sword, and they clashed dozens of times in a short span of time.

An invisible wave of energy spread out like ripples, crushing countless plants and trees. The thick, murderous aura caused leaves to fall in a flurry, scattering across the ground before being pulverized by the swirling sword energy.

Gilgamesh's swordsmanship was also quite remarkable, and the golden light that occasionally shone around him was a defensive Noble Phantasm used to block swords. After a fierce battle, neither of them was injured.

“Continuing this is pointless.” Gilgamesh’s so-called enjoyment was not this back-and-forth battle. He stood with his sword at the ready and said to Kojiro, “Use your special technique.”

Kojiro wasn't annoyed; he stood there with his sword, but his expression became solemn.

A person with a pure and clear mind can communicate with spirits and deities with a single thought.

Three gleaming blades flashed out simultaneously, targeting Gilgamesh's neck, right hand, and right foot respectively.

Gilgamesh's sword blocked the second strike, his shield, which unfolded like a blooming flower, blocked the first. The third blade, despite his evasion, struck his waist, leaving a wound about an inch deep. Blood flowed incessantly, quickly staining his shirt red.

"I was careless. But I really don't like that nouveau riche-style armor." He looked down at the wound on his waist, but showed no annoyance. Instead, his gaze towards Kojiro held admiration. "A very nice sword, but—"

He looked at Kojiro with a strange glint in his eyes. "You still have a sword to draw. Show it to me."

This was one of his purposes in coming here. As the only king in the world, all the treasures belonged to him. However, treasures are not just objects. More often than not, the legends associated with the objects are the most precious part. What Kojiro cherishes most is his skill in transforming treasures into Noble Phantasms. Only by seeing and experiencing such things firsthand can one say that they have been added to his treasure trove.

"You even know that?" Kojiro laughed. As a pure swordsman, there was nothing more enjoyable than competing with heroes and being recognized by them.

He smiled, as gentle as a spring breeze: "This sword was inspired by my master and I have been meditating on it for the past two days. I have not yet had anyone test it. It is both three swords and one sword. Hero King, please accept it."

The first sword strike is delivered as if one is in a pine forest, with the sound of babbling brooks, the quiet moonlight, a gentle mountain breeze, and the pine trees swaying softly. The sounds of wind, water, and birdsong are leisurely and far-reaching, allowing one to enter a state of complete absorption in nature, untouched by any dust.

The second sword strike was delivered, and in the tranquility, one could truly savor the experience. The six desires were detached from the body, and the five poisons were eliminated. One could not help but feel joy, like a person drinking wine and feeling a breeze under their armpits, with a pleasant buzz in every gesture.

The third sword strike was delivered, the water stopped, the wind ceased, the moon disappeared, and the birds flew away. All joy and pleasure were relinquished, and the six senses were extinguished, both internally and externally.

It is called: purity, bliss, and tranquility.

The three swords advance in layers, unable to strike simultaneously, yet they all converge into the final sword; therefore, the three swords are also one sword.

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A long, deep wound appeared on Gilgamesh's left shoulder and right side, from which blood spurted out, revealing the stark white bones and writhing internal organs.

"It was a truly exhilarating battle."

Sasaki Kojiro sighed with satisfaction, then turned to Izayoi Mirai, "Master, I couldn't be more pleased to be your servant."

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body turned to ashes.

That sword strike not only contained all his energy and spirit, but also exceeded his limits. Its power was terrifying, but the price was his life.

Assassin Sasaki Kojiro exits the stage.

“What a terrifying sword strike.” Gilgamesh’s face was pale, but his eyes shone even brighter. His back remained ramrod straight. He laughed, “It was just a little bit short. If he had exerted just a little more power, I would have died.”

He even felt a little regretful: "It's a pity that he couldn't fully unleash the essence of the final sword strike. Otherwise, in terms of its destructive power against living beings, it would have been almost a sure kill. But even so, it has entered the first-class category of my collection."

"Kojiro isn't your collectible." Izayoi Mirai expressionlessly put away her notebook. "King of Heroes, in your current state, you can't even beat me, can you?"

“I wasn’t talking about him—” Gilgamesh smiled, unconcerned. “Indeed, I am seriously injured and my magic power is almost depleted. Any random passerby could easily take me down, or even leave me here to bleed to death. It would have been a mistake not to use Ea to sweep them away from the start… Did you think I would say that?”

"Of course, His Majesty would naturally leave himself to me as a gift."

A sinister voice rang out, and from below the mountain, "Hiel" leaped up, his hands bent into claws, and attacked Gilgamesh.

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A flash of golden light streaked past, and the golden sword cleaved "Siel" in two at the waist. The sudden movement aggravated the wound, causing Gilgamesh to spurt out several more mouthfuls of blood, making his face even paler. A ferocious look appeared on his lips: "Did you think that the passersby I was referring to included disgusting scum like you?"

"That's a real shame."

Hiel's body healed, but his appearance began to distort, with dark red magic patterns covering his entire body. He raised his head, his expression fierce, like an enraged wolf. "I hope Your Majesty can still maintain this composure then."

His body exploded, along with the barrier set up by Medea.

A hole appeared in the sky, and black mud poured down like a waterfall, instantly engulfing the entire Ryudong Temple. Above the hole, the phantom of a cup appeared and disappeared.

Weren't only three Servants returned to the Holy Grail? How can the ritual start now?

The question that had just surfaced in Izayoi Mirai's mind was immediately overwhelmed by the surging black mud.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The monsters that were rampaging through the city exploded, taking away a large number of agents, while the true consciousness had already secretly gone to Ryudou Temple and was even slashed by someone.

After being targeted by many people, Angolan Manuel finally realized the disadvantages of his enormous body. He simply abandoned this body and prepared to return to his old ways, unleashing the evil of this world to create a new body, which would be more perfect and powerful.

The battle between Arthur and Mordred has ended. The Counterforce has changed her objective to eliminating the Black Mud and Angra Mainyu. Previously, Mordred mainly vented her emotions and ultimately confirmed one thing—

From today onwards, she has two fathers.

The proud Mordred was unwilling to admit it, but Arthur's gaze, which was much gentler than that of his real father, made her waver.

If we're only father and daughter for a short time, it should be fine, right? Anyway, he'll be on the Throne of Heroes soon, so he definitely won't remember!

Mordred felt much better after making that decision, and the three of them headed towards Ryudouji Temple.

Chapter Forty: Coach, I Want to Learn This

Yoyo Mirai has awakened.

He found himself lying on a large bed, with several pairs of delicate arms draped over him.

Who am I? Where am I? What happened?

He was a little confused. He saw Medea in front of him, and when he turned his head, he saw Miku Izayoi lying on the other side.

Unbelievable, Izayoi Mirai's brain went blank, and it took her a long time to realize what had happened—

Medea is one thing, but her sister is here too!