Projection magicians starting from the Uchiha clan

It is a magic spear given to Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the god of love and youth in Celtic mythology, by Aengus, the most powerful magician and god of love.

The runes on the red magic spear mean: "Ye (sacred tree)", "binding", "gift", "birch (abundance)" and "war god (victory)".

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The Great Wrath (Moralltach)

Grade: B

Type: Anti-Personnel Noble Phantasm

It was a divine sword that the sea god Manannán mac Lir had given to his adoptive father, Angus.

There is a legend that it can kill all those on the battlefield who oppose it with a single swing.

When the true name is released, a super jump is performed for a downward attack. It transforms into three sword blades to crush the enemy.

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The doomed yellow rose (Gae Buidhe)

Grade: B → B+

Type: Anti-Personnel Noble Phantasm

A 1.4-meter-long yellow pistol cursed with "unhealable wounds".

Being wounded by this dangerous pistol will cause irreversible damage.

Even using "healing magic" or "regeneration ability" cannot remove the "wounded status" it caused.

"The Inevitable Yellow Rose" is a permanently activated Noble Phantasm that can be used without requiring a True Name incantation.

The only way to remove the curse is to destroy the pistol or kill the pistol's wielder.

It was a gift from the sea god Manannan mac Lir to Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.

Although the gun is extremely dangerous, Diarmuid, as its owner, would not be harmed in the slightest even if he stood on the tip of the gun.

The runes on the yellow magic spear mean: "success", "hail (power)", "gift", "birch (abundance)" and "war god (victory)".

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Beag-alltach (a form of anger)

Grade: B

Type: Self-targeting Noble Phantasm

It is one of the weapons bestowed upon it by the sea god Manano, and it has the shape of a short sword.

As a defensive Noble Phantasm, it increases the user's own defense while also enhancing the abilities of Diarmuid, who wields the Demon Sword Mor-alltach.

Chapter 8 'Piercing Through the Deathly Arrow'

Clang, clang, the sound of weapons clashing echoed in the air, the fierce battle tearing the air apart. Diarmuid, the great hero of Celtic mythology, truly lived up to his reputation.

Even though his weapon wasn't the strongest, he was still able to suppress Uchiha Iori.

Cú Chulainn's spear technique and Emiya's dual-sword technique were, after all, the techniques best suited to them. When Uchiha Iori used them, he was naturally invincible in crushing weaker opponents, but when facing truly skilled opponents, his movements inevitably became somewhat stiff.

“Iori, you must transform Cú Chulainn’s techniques into your own, and turn his instincts into your own.”

“You have different heights and different wingspans. Before you turn these into instincts, you have to readjust the parameters for every movement.”

"In the face of a strong opponent, such a delay is far too obvious," Diarmuid reprimanded.

"If you simply copy these skills, you will never get close to the original owner's level."

"Not to mention being on par with or even surpassing them, simply copying them won't earn you the recognition of the strong; you have to forge your own path."

While fending off Diarmuid's attacks, Uchiha Iori tried her best to digest the combat experience she had copied earlier.

"Thank you, but I have already decided on my own path. I will first learn from the strengths of others, and then consider how to forge my own path. I am not qualified to think about that now."

Although his tone was firm, his heart was filled with helplessness. If he could, Iori would also like to forge his own path immediately, but reality did not allow him much time to think and process.

It's too short, only the third day. Right now, we're either fighting or on our way to fight.

They can barely adapt to the new power; where would they find the time to absorb and digest it?

"I'm sorry, I forgot you were only recently admitted to Valhalla. I apologize for my intrusion."

Dirumdo's tone was slightly apologetic.

He forgot that Iori had only recently arrived and treated him as a well-known Heroic Spirit.

Just then, Cú Chulainn's voice came from the side, breaking the atmosphere of the battle.

"Hey, take this fight seriously, Diarmuid, don't hold back."

“Give this kid a good lesson. He’s no good. He took my gun and keeps trying to use it to stab me.”

Cú Chulainn returned to Valhalla at some point.

They took a lot of food and alcohol, and even a mat, as if they were camping.

They ate and drank while cheering for Diarmuid.

"Isn't it just that you stabbed me in the shoulder with the Piercing Dead Thorn Spear, and then you wanted to stab me again with the Piercing Dead Flying Spear?"

"You already stabbed me to death once before, why are you still holding a grudge?"

Iori complained, though upon closer reflection he realized he was indeed quite unethical.

Cú Chulainn glared angrily, grabbed a bottle of wine, and threw it at him.

"So what else do you want, bastard? To pierce my body like in the myths and let me die on the stone pillar?"

Knowing she was in the wrong, Iori gave an awkward smile and deftly dodged the bottle.

He took a deep breath, regained his composure, and continued fighting Diarmuid.

Diarmuid also became serious, alternating between spear and sword attacks, his fierce offensive leaving his opponents overwhelmed.

After exchanging blows several times, the two had become familiar with each other's fighting style.

"That's enough testing. Be careful, I'm about to use my Noble Phantasm."

Iori said that he still remembered the purpose of his visit today.

If the power of the Sudden Death Shot is as expected, it's entirely possible to replicate Minato Namikaze's famous moment, letting teammates observe from the sidelines while he carries the entire team in one go.

“Beag-alltach” (a small amount of anger).

Diarmuid activated his Noble Phantasm, enhancing his defense. He held his spear and sword horizontally in front of him, intending not to dodge but to take the javelin head-on.

Iori supported her body on one leg, holding a gun in one hand and supporting herself on the ground with the other, stretching her body to its limit, like a taut bowstring.

In an instant, he concentrated all his strength in his legs, lunged forward, and then leaped high into the air.

He spun in the air, holding the gun in one hand, aiming the demonic spear at Diarmuid. A massive amount of chakra gathered at the tip of the spear, and the crimson chakra flowed along the shaft, stirring the surrounding air.

"Gáe Bolg, the spear that pierces through death."

Uchiha Iori shouted loudly.

He gripped the magic spear tightly with one hand, veins bulging, the immense consumption of magic power making his face appear somewhat ferocious and distorted.

With great effort, he threw the spear, which streaked across the sky like a meteor, leaving a crimson trail.

As Cú Chulainn watched this scene, he recalled seeing a shooting star with his friends when he was young:

[At that moment, watching the stars burn out, I acted without hesitation, swiftly and decisively, leaving only a few traces before disappearing completely.]

Many friends see it as a tragedy, but a sense of calm and unease flashed through my mind.

"This body will eventually be like that star, shining brightly at a young age, then exhausting everything and disappearing without a trace."

When I came to my senses, a smile involuntarily appeared on my face. That's good.

This is a very good fate for a soldier.

He accepted all of this from a young age and accepted it calmly when death came.

Diarmuid, facing the javelin head-on, had none of Cú Chulainn's leisurely pursuits; he somewhat regretted his overconfidence.

Even if it's a fake, even if the user's power is far inferior to Cú Chulainn's.

But this is still a genuine Noble Phantasm release, a Heroic Spirit's trump card, and a crystallization of the sublimation of heroic legends.

If he were wielding the Demon Sword in a fit of rage (Moralltach), he wouldn't care about such an attack.

Because he can also unleash a light cannon after unleashing the magic sword, he is not at a disadvantage in a direct confrontation.

But only those who possess a little anger (Beag-alltach) and the inevitable destruction of the yellow rose (Gae Buidhe).

He had no way to retaliate against the javelin throw, nor could he leave the attack range before the damage was dealt.

"Tsk, how annoying. It's the same situation as before. I misjudged the intensity of the danger and ended up in danger again."

Dirumdo sighed, "Things have come to this, we have no choice but to fight."

Diarmuid concentrated his magic on his short sword and slashed at the incoming magic spear.

After a brief stalemate, Diarmuid was thrown back, and a violent explosion occurred at the point where the javelin landed.

The powerful energy reaction destroyed the land within a radius of tens of meters, creating a deep crater.

"Cough cough, oh no, all the food I brought can't be eaten now."

Cú Chulainn coughed and waved his hand to brush away the dust in front of him.

"Instead of worrying about food, why don't you go check on Diarmuid? After taking that hit, he's probably not in good shape right now."

Uchiha Iori sat on the ground, the depletion of his chakra leaving him without any strength, unable even to stand up.

All he could do was urge Cú Chulainn to check on Diarmuid's condition.

"I'm still alive. Please take me to Valhalla for treatment."

This was my mistake. I shouldn't have underestimated your power. Next time, I will fight you with my strongest weapons.

Dirum said.

He looked extremely miserable, his hand holding the sword twisted into a pretzel shape.