I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

They were familiar with Matou Shinji's temperament, but they didn't know what this guy did this time to make Rin, who was always a top student of a young lady, so angry.

The chief general's best friend and even the object of disturbing the concubine violently beat the deputy chief general, ordinary members like them can't get in the way.

Turning sideways, the jet-black pleated skirt flew up, and Rin kicked Matou Shinji's stomach.

boom--

With the sound of heavy physical beating, Shinji Matou curled up on the ground like a shrimp.

"Tohsaka Rin!" Matou Shinji looked up at Tohsaka Rin with a voice like a ghost.

Why why?

That look of contempt, that look of contempt.

What a humiliation, Matou Shinji gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, a little bulge appeared on his handsome face, like a bulging vein.

Before he could do anything, Tohsaka Rin grabbed his neckline and pushed him against the wall vigorously.

"Ahem——" Matou Shinji coughed, feeling powerless and sharp throbbing pain from his fingertips.

"Matou Shinji... don't you guys have the self-esteem of a magician." Tohsaka Rin glared at him.

The purple pupils dilated, Matou Shinji suddenly laughed.

"Magician? Pride? What's that?"

He looked down at Rin. "I thought you were going to say that this is your territory."

"Please, don't be so naive, magicians don't have any self-esteem."

"Things that can distort everything in order to survive, monsters that can even abandon human relations for the sake of purpose, this is a magician."

"You are so weak." Tohsaka Rin punched Matou Shinji in the stomach.

Staggering and slipping from the wall, Shinji Matou smiled miserably and resentfully. "Innocent young miss, why? Why look at me like that."

The white-haired girl ran over in a panic, trying to protect Matou Shinji, but he pushed him away.

He looked up at Rin.

"Are you going to kill me here? Or are you afraid? Have you ever seen blood on your hands?"

Rin just looked down at him coldly, as if looking at a dead person.

"Ho ho—" black blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth, Matou Shinji smiled like a crazy clown. "It's better to kill me here, or you will regret it."

"Ah, by the way, black actually suits you quite well. Has anyone told you that your fat times look good." With a distorted smile, Shinji Matou raised his head.

Realizing his gaffe, he re-engraved the family motto of the Tohsaka family in his heart, and Rin kicked Matou Shinji over again, but this time he covered his skirt.

"It hurts..." Matou Shinji looked at the blood in his palm.

"But aren't you curious? Why didn't that guy Meizhuo stop you?"

"Ahh... Meizu."

"I heard that he ran away from home, didn't he? It seems quite miserable. He was found in an alley in Xindu? His eyes were injured, and the school uniform was torn."

With the greatest malice, Matou Shinji kept snickering.

"Yeah, you really have a terrifying face. As her best friend, why don't you go and see her?"

"Really, that guy usually pretends to be so great, but in the end he was so miserable."

"Matou Shinji—" His hands were trembling, and Tohsaka Rin suddenly calmed down. "I hope your servants can fight a little bit."

She turned indifferently.

It's no longer a relationship with a familiar family, or a relationship with classmates at the same school.

When they meet again, it will be a duel between master and master, magician and magician.

"Pfft——" Matou Shinji spat out blood.

"I hope you can still be this strong when you are stripped, otherwise I will be very disappointed."

The white-haired girl lowered her head and helped him up.

"Let's go, Xinglu."

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PS: Meixiu hasn't been shown to do weird things, and I won't write that kind of weird plot either.

By the way...

Today's game really cheered me up.

It took a long time to calm down before slowing down.

Sorry, good night.

Chapter 23 Foul, malicious moaning is a foul, cover your face

After explaining the reason to Taiga Fujimura, Rin left the school.

The shadows around him were gradually outlined, and Kurumi looked back in the direction of the school.