Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

However, as a battle-hardened ninja, Hattori Hanzo reacted in less than 0.01 seconds. A small Dark Shuriken appeared between his clasped hands. With a flick of his wrist, it flew towards the dagger in the air with the precision of a black meteor. Presumably, this time he would shoot down the dagger just like he had intercepted the bullet before.

—No! The Dark Shuriken was easily cut in half the moment it came into contact with the dagger, like butter under a hot knife. It actually had no effect on the point!

The dagger the man threw at this moment was his second Noble Phantasm, called "Phantasm Punishment." This small knife carried the original attributes of "severance" and "combination" from his lifetime.

——The man who was known as Emiya Kiritsugu in his lifetime, transformed his own origin form into his second Noble Phantasm after becoming a Servant. It not only possesses the same properties as his "Origin Bullet" in his lifetime, but can also cause fatal damage to Servants or magi with magical structures within their bodies. It also displays extremely high lethality when facing objects composed of magical energy.

The bullet Assassin Kiritsugu had used in the previous sniper attack was also part of his Second Noble Phantasm. If the sniper had successfully hit Schrödinger, even with his unusual body structure, he would have been instantly shattered!

The moment the dagger was thrown, Assassin Kiritsugu didn't pause. He instantly reloaded his Calico M950 submachine gun, quickly replacing the empty drum and loading fifty rounds into the chamber. With a flick of his wrist, a fierce hail of bullets poured out like a storm, quickly enveloping Hattori Hanzo's direction.

The moment he saw his thrown shuriken being easily cut off by the "Mysterious Crush", Hattori Hanzo had already made a decision in his heart. Taking this fatal attack head-on would undoubtedly be seeking his own death.

——But! If you can’t hit the target, it’s practically useless!

Almost immediately after the dagger approached, Hattori Hanzo's body swiftly arched backward, his entire upper body like a taut bowstring, barely dodging the incoming dagger. Then, with one hand supporting the ground, he flipped backward, backward, and backward again! If I didn't briefly describe Hattori Hanzo's movements, the word "backward" alone could be repeated fifty times!

This is exactly the ancient karate technique that was later borrowed by Capoeira and Breaking dance!

During the backward flip, the Dark Unknown Flying Kunai in his hand flew out from his sleeves one after another, cutting through the air like raindrops, with a deadly sound of wind, accurately aiming at various positions of Assassin Emiya Kiritsugu.

Assassin Kiritsugu's figure was like a ghost, moving through the dense rain of Dark's nameless flying kunai. His movements were so swift that they almost exceeded the limits of human perception. The only thing that could be caught in his movement trajectory was the bright red color of his hood.

"Pick the rose in the narrow space of time (Khronos Rose)" is a Noble Phantasm based on the ability he possessed in his lifetime, "Innate Time Alter", which can achieve ultra-high-speed attacks and movements by accelerating the flow of time.

In the previous battle, Assassin Kiritsugu not only completed the continuous actions of throwing the dagger, replacing the magazine, and firing in less than half a second, but also increased his movement speed to three times the original speed at this moment.

——Actually triple the leg strength!

As Assassin Kiritsugu pulled himself away from the swirling Dark Nameless Kunai, his eyes never relaxed, never letting down their vigilance, his gaze fixed on Hattori Hanzo's movements. The Calico M950 submachine gun he'd originally held had been silently replaced with The Contender, a custom-made pistol forged using magical engineering techniques and using the "Origin Bullet."

While Hattori Hanzo's series of backflips were fluid and swift, his body inevitably left the ground at some point in the air. Even for a ninja, without some sort of vector engine attached to their body, they couldn't move freely in the air like they did on the ground, leaving them with minimal room to change direction or evade attacks. This was why Hattori Hanzo had to constantly throw Dark Unknown Flying Kunai to keep Assassin Kiritsugu at bay.

And at this moment, a flaw appeared.

Assassin Kiritsugu's body was like a taut string, every muscle straining to its limit. His hands firmly grasped the handle of The Contender, his movements steady and precise. With a faint mechanical click, the bullet was loaded, and the muzzle instantly locked onto Hattori Hanzo's momentary pause in mid-air. In that moment, this single flaw seemed to be the only thing left in Assassin Kiritsugu's world, and everything around him blurred into the background.

He pulled the trigger decisively and crisply, without a moment's hesitation, his finger tightening slightly. As the trigger was pulled, the gun emitted a deep, deep crack, short and deadly. The muzzle flash shone faintly in the darkness, then was instantly swallowed up by the surrounding blackness. Only the bullet, like lightning, tore through the air, flying towards Hattori Hanzo with an incredibly precise trajectory.

"Aaaaaa!" A sharp cry suddenly exploded through the night, piercing Assassin Kiritsugu's ears like a blade. At that moment, his attention remained completely focused on the flying bullet, his gaze fixed on Hattori Hanzo's figure not far away, as if about to witness the moment of impact. However, with this piercing cry, a Dark Unnamed Flying Kunai whizzing past his ear suddenly changed form, suddenly transforming into Hattori Hanzo's true form, and the blade struck Assassin Kiritsugu's chest and abdomen at a speed that was almost impossible to grasp.

"Ninjutsu: EX" Hattori Hanzo, one of the three people known as the "Ninja Gods", led the ninja "Iga" which is enough to represent Japanese ninjas. In the art of ninjutsu, he received instruction from unknown people and eventually even surpassed Fuma Kotaro and Sarutobi Sasuke, who are also ninja gods.

By the way, even though his ninjutsu was so advanced that he could transform himself into a Dark Nameless Flying Kunai, he always insisted that his ninjutsu was just a form of karate.

At the same time as the hand blade hit Assassin Kiritsugu's chest and abdomen, the bullet passed through the figure of Hattori Hanzo not far away, but the figure of Hattori Hanzo who was hit instantly turned into a ball of white mist and dissipated silently in the aftermath of the gunshot.

Hattori Hanzo was naturally well aware of the flaw he had revealed, so he deliberately created a flaw. His real body transformed into Dark·Nameless Flying Kunai and attacked Assassin·Kiritsugu, while the one who stayed in place and was hit was just a fake body.

"Guwa——!" Even someone as cold-blooded and heartless as Assassin Kiritsugu couldn't help but let out a scream when he was hit by this attack!

Everyone has heard the saying, "No karate, no Assassin!" Forced into close combat, Assassin Kiritsugu's karate prowess was undoubtedly inferior to Hattori Hanzo's, and he naturally fell into a disadvantage!

"Aaaaa! A ...

"Guwa! Guwa! Guwa! Guwa! Guwa—!"

Assassin Kiritsugu's screams intensified. He tried his best to shield himself with his arms and gun, but Hattori Hanzo's attacks rained down like a barrage, hammering down heavily on his torso. The dull thuds were remarkably clear in the darkness, and pain rippled through his body from every impact. Kiritsugu stumbled backward with each blow, unable to steady himself.

“Aiya——!” Hattori Hanzo struck again and again, “Guwa——!” Assassin Kiritsugu’s body was hit once again. The intense pain made it almost impossible for him to scream, but he could only grit his teeth——

——"Ah!" Just as Hattori Hanzo's hand blade attacked again, Assassin Kiritsugu suddenly threw away the Calico M950 submachine gun in his hand. He no longer used his arms to defend himself, but faced Hattori Hanzo's fist blade and forcibly took the blow.

"Guwa!" A muffled groan emanated from his throat, and Kiritsugu felt a powerful impact ripple through his body. The blade struck his side with unerring precision, sending pain radiating through his nerves. But at the same time, his free hand lashed out, quickly lifting and clamping down on Hattori Hanzo's arm.

At the same time, Kiritsugu's other hand quickly reached into his arms and grasped the dagger hidden at his waist. With a flash of cold light, he turned his wrist and stabbed Hattori Hanzo's throat with deadly murderous intent.

Hattori Hanzo reacted quickly, but his arm was still firmly pinned by Assassin Kiritsugu, leaving him hopeless and unable to evade with his usual agility. This strike would have been fatal if not parried in time. With no other choice, he could only swiftly raise his leg and, without hesitation, kick Kiritsugu in the stomach, hoping to repel him and avert the immediate crisis.

As soon as the kick connected, Hattori Hanzo regretted it. Assassin Kiritsugu didn't continue to hold onto Hanzo's arm as he'd expected. Instead, he released his grip the moment he raised his leg. Using the force of Hanzo's kick, Kiritsugu's body ricocheted like a bowstring, tumbling directly off the rooftop.

——The killing move against Hattori Hanzo was a fake. Assassin Kiritsugu’s purpose was to force Hattori Hanzo to kick him away and escape.

Since they dared to escape in this way, they must be confident of survival. The night wind whistled in his ears as Hattori Hanzo stood on the edge of the rooftop, but he could not sense any trace of Assassin Kiritsugu.

Another way to use the Noble Phantasm possessed by Assassin Kiritsugu was to become invisible by slowing down and stopping his circadian rhythm. Combined with his skill "Scapegoat", he perfectly concealed Hattori Hanzo's perception at this moment.

——Actual Tea Ceremony: Breathe!

In the shadows of Kyoto's supertall buildings, a narrow alley lay as quiet as ever, its darkness punctuated only by the occasional rustle of wind and the hustle and bustle of the distant streets. Five minutes had passed since the recent battle, and the alley still held a dreary atmosphere.

Assassin Kiritsugu lay atop a pile of garbage bags, the stench of sewage and decay filling his nostrils. As his breathing quickened, his red cape seemed to lose its magical power, gradually dissolving into spirit particles and dispersing into the air. His tight black combat suit also slowly began to dissipate, blown away by the night wind.

At this moment, Emiya Kiritsugu was clad only in a thin gray suit. His body lay carelessly on a garbage bag, defenseless, like an ordinary passerby abandoned in this cold corner. The few wrinkles that had vanished from his eyes had reappeared on his face. He looked completely devoid of any Servant traits, a mere Mortal who had inexplicably fallen on a pile of garbage.

The night wind blew through the alley, bringing a chill that made Emiya Kiritsugu shiver. His body trembled slightly, and consciousness gradually emerged from the darkness of his coma. He opened his eyes in confusion and looked around blankly.

Emiya Kiritsugu tried hard to recall the scene before he lost consciousness. He remembered being in the Einzbern family's stronghold on the outskirts of Kyoto. That old Japanese-style house must have been his last stop. But now, the dilapidated scene around him didn't match any of his memories. Emiya Kiritsugu's mind was in a state of confusion, as if a fog had enveloped his memories.

He'd been sleepwalking for the past couple of days, but it made no sense for him to end up here. Emiya Kiritsugu shook his head and slowly stood up, using his hands to support the garbage bag, trying to steady himself. However, every muscle in his body protested, as if he'd just been through an exhausting battle.

It was as if I was dreaming that I had run all over Kyoto and picked a fight with someone.

He pulled out the satellite phone from his pocket, which was supposed to connect in any situation. However, the screen was completely silent. The signal bar showed no response, and even the basic power icon didn't light up. Emiya Kiritsugu frowned, and a sense of unease welled up in his heart.

Leaning against the slippery wall, he adjusted himself slightly, taking a deep breath of the icy night air, trying to regain feeling in his legs, which had been weakened and exhausted for some unknown reason. A chilling wind swept through the alley, penetrating his thin suit with a biting chill that made even his skin numb. Emiya Kiritsugu knew something was wrong with his body.

He had originally intended to return to the Einzbern family's mansion in the suburbs of Kyoto, but he suddenly stopped short as he turned around and headed in another direction.

In this situation, the person he could trust most might be Xing Qingjiu.

——————Two leeks stripped of their wives without clothes 100 million 円————————

Fujikido Kenji is a ninja killer, Emiya Kiritsugu is a magician killer

Fujikido Kenji caused the death of his wife and children because of a ninja, and Emiya Kiritsugu caused the death of his wife and daughter because of a magician.

Fujikido Kenji is considered a middle-aged uncle, and Emiya Kiritsugu is also considered a middle-aged uncle

Fujikido Kenji is undoubtedly the righteous partner of the Ninja Killer Star, and Emiya Kiritsugu is also a righteous partner (Hakima)

Kenji Fujikido was possessed by a ninja spirit, and Kiritsugu Emiya was possessed by a servant here.

When Fujikido Kenji was first controlled by the Ninja Killer, his consciousness was completely sealed. When Emiya Kiritsugu was replaced by a Servant, his consciousness was also sealed.

In summary, the Magician Killer is the Ninja Killer!

Volume 31: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without a Nagging Talk: . Yagyu Shinkage Ryu vs. Tennen Rishin Ryu

Okita Souji gripped the Qishi Qingguang in her hand, her fingertips slightly tense. Although she was accustomed to the killing of the battlefield, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous as she looked at the old man in the courtyard. The air outside was cold, and the scenery in the courtyard was stretched by the dim streetlights.

The old man stood quietly in the center of the courtyard, the darkness seeming to retreat around him. His hair had turned completely gray, but it was not a single strand of tangled hair, meticulously combed back. His face was angular, his lips slightly pursed. Though he said nothing, a quiet dignity could be felt from the line of his tightly furrowed lips.

He wore a dark brown haori, loosely hanging from his shoulders, yet not at all untidy. Underneath, he wore a light-colored kimono, and around his waist, he wore an obi (sash) emblazoned with his family crest. A closer look revealed that the crest on the obi was not the emblem of his Yagyu clan, but rather that of the Tokugawa shogunate. A katana was slung across his waist, one hand gently grasping the scabbard, while the other hand drooped naturally, appearing quite relaxed.

The old man's presence had long since merged with the shadows of the trees and the stone lanterns in the courtyard, as if he were part of it. Not a trace of excess energy leaked out, and a Zen-like tranquility enveloped him. Inside the courtyard, the clean and tidy stone path stretched silently into the depths of the night. Occasionally, a gentle breeze blew, gently swaying the branches of the pine and cypress trees, making a very light rustling sound.

His body was also quite sluggish, and although the scabbard was gently lifted, it didn't look like he was ready to fight at all.

But in Okita Souji's eyes, the old man was flawless. His muscles seemed relaxed, his sword still scabbarded, but his thumb pressed against the hilt, ready to unsheathe and draw the blade from its sheath at any moment. Though he appeared unfazed, Okita Souji could sense, in his aura and spirit, that he remained vigilant, like a cold flame, quietly lingering in the courtyard, burning but concealed.

If Okita Souji's swordsmanship was full of dynamic rhythms, with each swing of the sword as swift and sharp as a storm, then the swordsmanship of the old man before him was another extreme manifestation - it was the embodiment of stillness, as calm as still water, possessing freedom while possessing an unmoved heart -

The profound principles of swordsmanship, once expounded by the monk Ze'an, were perfectly embodied at this moment. The old man stood in the courtyard, the surrounding scenery seemingly stagnant with his presence, the air as if still. His aura merged with the dry landscape of the courtyard, his heart calm and peaceful, the fluctuations and disturbances of the world unable to intrude upon his state of mind.

The old man standing quietly in the courtyard is none other than Yagyu Tajima no Kami Munenori, who possesses the legendary God-killing sword.

Okita Souji didn't recognize the old man's true identity, but her swordsman instinct had already sensed which school the old man's aura and posture belonged to.

Shinkage-ryu, this style of swordsmanship is not uncommon in Japan, and even among modern Japanese kendo enthusiasts, it occupies a considerable position. Although there are slight differences in details, it is undoubtedly a branch of Shinkage-ryu, and has reached an extremely high level.

Okita Souji chose not to attack head-on. Although the old man seemed to be quietly awaiting her challenge, intending to engage in a fair, face-to-face duel, she quietly grasped the hilt of Kishi Kiyomitsu's sword, and with cat-like steps, she circled behind the old man.

She adopted a "Zhengyan" stance, the tip of her sword pointed directly at Yagyu Munenori's back. Her breathing and heartbeat dropped to the limit, and she focused on the next few steps.

"One step beyond the sound, two steps without interruption, three steps with a slashing blade." Okita Souji moved with incredible speed, launching the attack in an instant. In the quiet courtyard, each step blended into the night and the sound of the wind. Her sword advanced almost silently, its target clear, piercing the old man's back.

Although the old man seemed to have been making his presence known in the courtyard, quietly awaiting her arrival, Okita Souji had no intention of foolishly charging in and engaging in a battle of hundreds of rounds. Putting aside the difference in abilities between the two, the mere fact that every action taken by Okita Souji had a chance of triggering weakness meant that she would not choose any plan that would prolong the battle.

—She was seeking the greatest possible chance of a fatal blow. The tip of Kiyomizu's sword flashed with a cold light, and Okita Souji's killing intent merged with his sword intent at that moment, attacking Yagyu Tajima no Kami Munenori.

The wind moved.

But there was already wind in the courtyard slowly blowing on his body, so what was causing this wind to move?

It should be the sword that moved.

But his sword was still in its sheath, and he didn't know where the opponent's sword was. So how could he know that his sword had moved?

It's the opponent's heart that's moved.

Understand that all dharmas are like illusions, flames, and the moon in the water.

"Water, my father, Wu ⊙ 诐 umbrella, Lu Jue Yue: B"

Yagyu Munenori wasn't surprised by Okita's surprise attack. In fact, he had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time, precisely to prevent the enemy from exploiting the mansion's blind spots for an ambush. The structure of the mansion could hide too many dangers for those unfamiliar with it, and Yagyu Munenori didn't want to be on the defensive. Therefore, he chose to stand in the courtyard, controlling the direction of the wind, the angle of the moonlight, the position of the tree shadows in the courtyard—everything was under his control, waiting for his opponent to reveal a flaw.

Despite waiting for his opponent, Yagyu Munenori harbored no compassion or respect. He cared little for the so-called etiquette of a swordsman, a mere veneer of battlefield elegance. Had Okita Souji attacked head-on with honor, she would have been met with only Yagyu Munenori's long-held, lethal strike.

Namo San, they were clearly two swordsmen, but all they were thinking about was how to sneak attack their opponents! If Hattori Hanzo saw this scene, he would surely shed tears of blood!

Just as Okita Souji struck a straight-eyed stance, the tip of his sword pointed directly at Yagyu Munenori's back, the old man's statue-like stillness suddenly erupted. He lowered his waist, his legs exerting force. A surge of power flowed from his feet to his waist, then throughout his body, twisting his body like a fully drawn bowstring suddenly released. Simultaneously, his thumb gently nudged the hilt of his sword at his waist, releasing it from its sheath. As his body spun, he swung upwards to strike.

All that was seen in Okita Souji's eyes was a silver light flowing like water—

——"Dang!" The crisp sound of metal collision exploded in the night. Yagyu Munenori's sword blade accurately swept across Okita's neck, leaving a thin blood mark. A few blood beads splashed out, and at the same time, a cluster of severed cherry-colored hair also fell.

"So it's a woman...?" Yagyu Munenori thought silently. If Okita hadn't been petite and agile, that sword might have been enough to cut her throat.

The two figures crossed like a whirlwind. Yagyu Munenori didn't pause, his body swiftly erected, his steps precise and urgent, closing in on Okita. Okita's old strength had faded, and her new strength had yet to return, and her movements were slightly slow. Yagyu Munenori's sword radiated tightly around Okita Souji, blocking every avenue of retreat.

Shukuchi: B

"Qiang——!"

A crisp sound shattered the silence of the courtyard, accompanied by the harsh reverberation of metal on metal. Okita Souji's figure vanished from Yagyu Munenori's presence in an instant, like a fleeting shadow. In an instant, the sword's tip slashed from Yagyu's side at a treacherous angle, stirring the air with a sharp gust of wind, as if cleaving the night in two.

However, Yagyu Munenori's reaction was as if he had foreseen her movements. He did not rush to turn around, but swung the sword in his hand lightly, accurately blocking it in the air, intercepting Okita Souji's sword tip calmly and precisely.

The moment the two swords clashed, sparks flew, briefly illuminating the faces of both men. Okita Souji saw that Yagyu Munenori's expression remained as calm as still water, as if this confrontation was nothing more than a quiet conversation in the quiet night.

The wind in the courtyard stirred slightly with the sword's energy, picking up a few dead leaves from the ground. The night deepened, and the surrounding scenery enveloped the two of them like a black curtain. Okita unleashed her power again, and the sword flashed like a violent storm, slashing at Yagyu Munenori. However, whether it was a diagonal strike or a straight thrust, a head-on confrontation or a side attack, Yagyu Munenori's sword always accurately blocked her every attack.

Yagyu Munenori's steps were incredibly steady, his body barely shifting, each step precise and precise. His blade moved with the wind, flowing freely and uninterruptedly like flowing water. This was one of the Edo Yagyu's greatest swordsmen, a man without emotion, a demon of rationality who gazed upon everything with icy rationality.

Although Okita Souji's attacks were fierce and swift, and his sword swings were clearly faster than his opponent's, this advantage was completely suppressed in front of Yagyu Munenori. Every change of tactics made by Okita Souji was countered by him one step ahead. Each sword strike was just right, just blocking Okita Souji's attack, but leaving room for maneuver, without any panic.

"We can't drag this on any longer..." Okita Souji knew her fundamental kendo skills and fighting endurance were inferior to those of the elderly Yagyu Munenori. A weakened body afflicted by a childhood illness, coupled with her untimely death, meant that despite her unparalleled swordsmanship, she could never match a master swordsman like Munenori in a prolonged battle.

If she continued like this, she would either expose a fatal flaw and be defeated by the opponent in one blow; or her body would lose strength due to illness and she would no longer be able to fight back.

Okita Souji tried to catch her breath, gripping the Chishiki Kiyomitsu with both hands, and raised her sword, ready to attack. Her sword's tip was pointed precisely at Yagyu Munenori's left eye, as was her wont. However, just as she was about to raise her sword's momentum, Yagyu Munenori's sword seemed to have anticipated her every move, accurately interrupting her attack.

Never expressing enthusiasm or showing any signs of impatience, Yagyu Munenori remained calm and composed. His breathing was even, his steps were light, as if he had already blended into the night and the sound of the wind in the courtyard. His swordsmanship was not hasty, and there was no trace of unnecessary killing intent. Each sword strike was made at the "most reasonable" place, neither giving Okita any chance to fight back nor rushing to win.

He moved his feet slightly, adjusting the distance between him and Okita, but never made any large movements, slowly and steadily pressing Okita. Although he did not launch a fierce attack, he was wearing away Okita's strength with each blow.

"Then...ah..."

Okita Souji suddenly dodged, her footsteps light and almost silent, moving directly to the side of Yagyu Munenori. Her sword tip, as swift as a streak of silver light, slashed diagonally towards Yagyu's face. Yagyu Munenori's expression remained unchanged, and he raised his sword at a delicate angle, blocking the sharp sword without panic.

"Qiang——!"

However, just as Yagyu Munenori precisely blocked the blow, Okita Souji suddenly changed her movements. Her fingers instantly released Kishi Kiyomitsu's hilt, and the sword, lost in mid-air and falling to the ground like a leaf, lost her grip. At the same time, Okita Souji's figure flashed from Yagyu Munenori's sight to the other side at breakneck speed, her light green haori fluttering behind her as she passed before Yagyu's eyes like a phantom.

The sudden change was so swift that it caught everyone off guard. The soft sound of Kiyomitsu falling was almost synchronized with Okita Souji's next move.

Kikuichimonji Norimune reappeared in her hand, and the molten sword tip was now pointing directly at Yagyu Munenori.

Yagyu Munenori's gaze shifted slightly as the falling beggar's light fell, but in that brief moment, he sensed a sharp sword energy approaching from the corner of his eye. Although it was only a very brief distraction, it also made him lose the opportunity to dodge.

“Speed…quickly…fly…!”

It was impossible to dodge this attack, and Yagyu Munenori was well aware of this.

If you can't block this sword, you will die.

——The sword is able to survive in the narrow gap between life and death.

Zen attains enlightenment through silent contemplation.

The school that fully combines the "dead sword" and the "living sword" is the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu.

Then combine it with the Zen philosophy of his close friend, the founder of Tokai-ji Temple, Monk Ze'an.

My heart is unmoved.

But we have to uphold freedom.