Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

That is, the state of no thoughts and no desires—

The Three Stages of Ignorance

"Unparalleled Swordsmanship: Sword and Zen as One"

a sword

两剑

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"I see, there's actually another sword..."

The tip of Kikuichimonji's sword pierced... through Yagyu Munenori's chest. Blood slowly dripped down the blade and fell on the stone slabs in the courtyard, making a slight "tick-tick" sound.

Yagyu Munenori lowered his head and calmly looked at the sword that had pierced his body, as if to confirm everything he had experienced. The wound on his chest was not large, but the tip of the sword had precisely destroyed his spiritual core.

It did not cause the situation to collapse, because among the three swords existing at the same time, two were blocked by Yagyu Munenori with one sword.

"What an exquisite swordsmanship that allows three horizontal thrusts to be released "completely at the same time"..." Yagyu Munenori's voice was hoarse and low, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"I lost..." The words fell lightly, like the night breeze blowing through the bamboo forest in the courtyard.

"To be able to block two simultaneous attacks with just one sword is truly an astonishing sword technique."

The sword remained unsheathed from his chest, blood dripping from the blade onto the ground, leaving a small, dark red mark. The air was filled with the faint scent of rust, accompanied by the cool air of the courtyard. Okita Souji panted slightly, a drop of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Okita Souji." She introduced herself.

"Yagyu Tajima keeps the rules." Yagyu replied.

He picked up the sword that Souji Okita had just thrown away from the ground, grasped the sword blade, and handed the hilt to Souji Okita.

Okita Souji looked at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes, but he was still cautiously ready to take the food from Qingguang. However, the moment her finger stretched out——

"Qiang——!"

A sharp metallic clang suddenly rang out, and the sword in Yagyu Munenori's hand flashed with a sharp light. The tip of the sword cut through the night at an extremely fast speed, piercing Okita Souji's chest and abdomen. If Okita Souji hadn't reacted instantly and quickly raised her sword to block, the blow might have directly pierced her spiritual core.

At the same time, the palm of Yagyu Munenori's hand holding the sword was already bloody and fleshy, with blood dripping down his fingers onto the ground. The wound was so deep that the bone was visible.

"You really are... No, it's true that I was too careless." Okita Souji twisted the Kikuchimonji slightly, completely destroying the spirit core and pulling it out at the same time -

With a crisp sound, Kikuichimonji Norimune slashed at Yagyu Munenori's neck. The blade passed through lightly and neatly, taking away a trace of blood. Yagyu Munenori's head shook slightly, and then fell down powerlessly.

The moment his head fell to the ground, Yagyu Munenori's body turned into tiny spirit particles, floating in the air with a faint light, and finally dissolving into the endless night.

"Ha... I finally won..." Okita Souji put away the sword in his hand. "You can't kill people without the tip of the sword? That's wrong!"

"A big victory, Ms. Okita! Mm-hmm, and I'm completely fine... wufu...!"

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There is very little language description in this chapter. I hope that the characteristics of Yagyu Munenori's personality can be described well enough.

Although Yagyu Munenori is portrayed as a swordsman in FGO and eventually becomes obsessed with swords because of Musashi, he actually focuses more on areas such as strategist and teaching. Of course, this is also comparative. In terms of swordsmanship, he is not as good as his father or his son.

So I was thinking about how to use the battle to show the two of them, so I divided the battle into several rounds:

In the first round, Wuming used a three-stage sneak attack against Suigetsu. To put it in a more gaming way, if Okita Souji didn't have a guaranteed hit or invincible penetration, he definitely wouldn't be able to hit Suigetsu's one-round dodge (laughs)

But how should I describe it? I researched the historical context and discovered that Suigetsu's skill actually came from his close friend, the monk Takuan, and embodies the Zen spirit in his swordsmanship. Incidentally, it's likely that Japanese kendo also began incorporating Zen elements after him. So, I incorporated the allusion from the Platform Sutra of the Sixth Patriarch: "It is not the wind that moves, nor the flag that stirs, but the heart of the benevolent that stirs," to describe the first round of combat.

In the second round, I focused on considering Yagyu Munenori's character and the impression of "quietness" he gave me, thereby portraying the second round of battle.

The same thing happened in the third round and the final surprise attack. He admitted his inferior swordsmanship, but as a military strategist, he would not admit defeat even in the face of a defeat, so he continued to plot to lure Okita Souji into a trap. However, Okita Souji was also a seasoned swordsman, so he was naturally on guard. The final, ruthless chop of his neck also reflected his side as a cold-blooded killer.

There were three rounds. The first round was a draw, Okita Souji was slightly at a disadvantage in the second round, and the third round decided the winner.

Anyway, that’s about it. I hope the description is accurate. The above is the first time. I’m a new author with a new book. Please vote and give me feedback. Thank you!

Volume 32: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without Any Nagging: . Are all the people in the main development stupid?!

Night fell. Xing Qingyu stood on a dim path. The surrounding streetlights flickered faintly, seemingly struggling to cast their light into the distant darkness. He glanced down at the oscilloscope in his hand, then carelessly tossed it into imaginary space.

The magic field's influence was so extensive that it could be observed directly without any external equipment. Using external objects was simply superfluous. A magic field of this intensity was practically impossible to form naturally without external interference. The probability of such a phenomenon occurring suddenly on such a quiet night was as low as playing Russian roulette with a loaded revolver to your temple, with every bullet misfiring.

The root of the problem was definitely not accidental; there must be other factors at play. The first factor that needed to be ruled out was the ground veins. Considering that the shadow servants that had appeared in Kyoto at night some time ago also relied on the ground veins for their existence, Xing Qingfeng felt that the possibility of a problem with the ground veins was the highest.

Xing Qingqiu hurried along, his figure like a fleeting shadow in the night, the wind barely catching up to his pace. Soon, he arrived at a roadside shrine, its outline barely visible in the dim light, making it appear particularly eerie.

The approach ahead was lined with densely packed barriers, layer upon layer, firmly sealing off the core area of the shrine. Xing Qingjiu fired a few precise magic bullets, striking the key points of the barriers. Then, he rapidly injected his own magic power into the broken barriers.

The entire approach was about seventy meters long, with a total of more than fifty carefully arranged barriers, which blocked Xing Qingjiu's way for about four seconds.

Xing Qingfeng didn't have the time to decipher them all. He simply shattered a barrier and then cast a camouflage on himself, perfectly synchronizing with the magical fluctuations of the barriers. In an instant, all the barriers, as if recognizing their "kind," automatically opened a channel to allow him to pass through.

To put it simply, Xing Qingfu told all the barriers that he was also part of the barrier's defense, and then the barriers believed him and let him go.

However, if Newton were here, it would probably only take one tenth of the time that Xing Qingfeng took, and he would choose to destroy all the barriers that dared to block his way.

The night breeze rustled gently, making the silence within the shrine seem even more eerie and profound. Ancient trees lined the approaching path, ghostly shadows cast by their branches and leaves, gently swaying in the night. The shrine's buildings were faintly visible in the darkness, the shadows of the worship hall and the coin hall cast on the ground. The deeper they went, the stronger the magical fluctuations Xing Qingjiu perceived.

Xing Qingyu stood outside the main hall. The towering wooden fence of the "Jade Wall" separated the secular world from the divine realm. In the dim light of night, the fence seemed unreachable, but Xing Qingyu pushed himself over it with both hands, lightly and swiftly climbing over it.

If a red-haired high school student were here, he would probably be able to start a large harem with just this one jump.

Standing in front of the main hall, Xing Qingjiu kicked the door open without hesitation. The wooden door made a dull clatter, breaking the silence within the shrine. The hall was dim, the light absorbed by the heavy wooden structure, and only the sword enshrined in the center could be vaguely seen. It lay there quietly, emitting a faint silver light. Yes, it was also modeled after the "Three Sacred Treasures" of the Imperial Family. Xing Qingjiu grabbed it and felt the fluctuations of magic on it -

Undoubtedly, despite its constantly fluctuating magical properties, the sword's magical energy consistently bears a strong resemblance to the magical field surrounding Kyoto. The sword is merely a ritual tool used to manipulate the current leyline nodes. This proves that the magical field surrounding Kyoto is strongly correlated with the current leyline nodes, most likely generated by the various nodes along the leyline.

Xing Qingfu used the sword in his hand to slowly adjust the magical characteristics of the current earth vein node. If it were in another film set, he would have grabbed it and refined it in an instant!

The adjustment process went surprisingly smoothly, encountering almost no obstacles. Xing Qingfeng, gripping the sword, could feel the surrounding magical field slowly stabilizing. A gentle breeze blew in through the open hall door, brushing against the silken fabrics beside him, a subtle scraping sound echoing ghostly in the silent night. However, the moment he gently placed the sword back on the altar, the magical properties he had adjusted returned to their original state.

After several attempts, the result was the same. Each time, after adjusting the magical characteristics of the earth vein node, as soon as he let go, the fluctuations of the entire node would return to their original state as if reset.

He gripped the sword again, trying to observe the flow of magic from different angles. His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze seemingly penetrating the surface of the sword, looking into its deeper structure. However, no matter how he altered the details, the changes in the magic characteristics remained within a short window, then quickly recovered.

All the nodes of the ley lines are actually an indivisible whole. Adjusting a single node is like applying force to a single link in a chain, but the characteristics of the entire chain remain unchanged.

Then we can't use the original idea of adjusting each node individually to solve the problem. Xing Qingwu put the sword in his hand back on the altar. This thing is just an operating lever. Whether it is taken away or directly destroyed, it cannot actually affect the node situation.

Xing Qingfeng still had other things to verify, so he didn't have much time to waste. Just as he was about to reach the main hall entrance, he suddenly stopped, tilted his head slightly, and pulled a small sensor from his pocket. He casually placed it near the altar.

Xing Qingjiu stood in the center of the shrine, gazing upward at the sturdy, densely planted sacred tree overhead. The leaves on its thick branches trembled slightly, rustling in the night breeze. Unlike other shrines, which enshrine treasures or artifacts, this one worshipped the tree as a divine being.

"Tsk..." He frowned and gently pressed his palm on the tree trunk, feeling the subtle vibration coming from inside the tree.

"Sure enough..." He whispered, his tone revealing a hint of reluctance and confusion, "The magical characteristics of each node are changing according to specific patterns..."

Xing Qingfeng's palm slid slowly along the trunk, feeling the flow of magic power through his fingertips. The fluctuations were sometimes fast, sometimes slow, quite different from the pattern of node fluctuations just now. Each node seemed to be pulsating to its own rhythm, but they always maintained a strong correlation with the overall magic field.

"Time periodicity... Space periodicity..." Xing Qingyu realized that the magic power of each node was a specific fluctuation, which influenced and interfered with each other, and finally formed this macroscopic magic field.

"In other words..." Xing Qingfeng deduced secretly, "The current macroscopic magic field is actually a linear superposition of the eigenstates of different magical energies at each node..."

"Wave superposition?" Xing Qingfeng was tempted to simply attribute the formation of the macroscopic magic field to this. He limited his perspective to classical mechanics and explained it using the phenomenon of wave superposition. That is, when two waves overlap, they interfere with each other, forming a new waveform. And in the magic field, the magic fluctuations at the nodes interfere with each other, ultimately forming the phenomenon he was observing.

But there is no way to explain the relationship between each node——

——There is no way to explain why the total state is a weighted superposition of vectors.

State superposition is mathematically represented by linear combinations in vector space. Each independent node, with its own unique eigenstate, possesses magical properties, much like the different states of a quantum system. The overall state of the system is a weighted linear combination of these eigenstates. The interconnectedness of nodes forms a cohesive structure.

"Mr. Schrödinger..." Xing Qingfeng muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly, his expression becoming increasingly focused and sharp. "The classical phenomenon of wave superposition can indeed describe the mutual interference between nodes, but the overall performance of the entire magic field far exceeds the scope of classical mechanics. Why do I feel this way... This is not a simple wave superposition, but more like a weighted superposition of quantum states?"

Superposition of states is the basis for describing the behavior of quantum systems.

It describes a quantum system that can exist in multiple possible states (quantum states) simultaneously until observed. These states can be combined in a linear superposition to form a new quantum state. The total quantum state of a system can be represented as a superposition of these different quantum states.

If one thinks along these lines, the magic field that envelopes the entirety of Kyoto is a macroscopic quantum superposition state. This also explains why each node he observes does not conform to the characteristics of the total magic field, yet possesses a related connection.

Depending on the object being observed, the system is in a superposition of multiple states. Once observed, the superposition collapses into a single, fixed quantum state, demonstrating the non-intuitive nature of quantum superposition.

What once existed only at the microscopic level now invaded the macroscopic world. The macroscopic quantum superposition state created by the suppression of decoherence was a state of matter that could never exist naturally in reality.

The entire magic field can accurately construct a relationship with the spirit and accommodate the spirit field. This is basically impossible to happen naturally.

It's like enlarging a corpse in proportion and then quietly waiting for dissection. No, it should be a "cat corpse".

Xing Qingfeng happened to know who possessed the ability to construct macroscopic quantum superposition states and possessed a sufficient understanding of spirits and magic.

——Erwin Schrödinger, one of the abilities of his Noble Phantasm is to construct a macroscopic quantum superposition state.

"Ugh……"

As Emiya Kiritsugu was rushing towards Xing Qingfu's residence, Xing Qingfu sighed inwardly.

Meanwhile, Schrödinger himself stood in the ruins of Xing Qingjiu's residence, gazing at the devastation before him with a look of regret. The previous explosion had completely razed the place to the ground. The air was filled with the smell of burning and gunpowder, and shattered glass and twisted metal parts were scattered everywhere, like the devastation of a battlefield.

"Such a good thing, and it just blew up like that?" Schrödinger sighed, "What a pity, what a pity..."

He patted his dusty clothes impatiently, but the dust still continued to float around him. He casually stuffed the notebook in his arms into the inner pocket of his coat, ready to leave at any time.

At this moment, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the air, and in a flash, a huge sword pierced through the air and rushed towards him.

The design of that sword was not conventional. From the tip to the hilt, the entire shape of the blade formed a spiral around the central axis, like a huge drill, flashing a cold silver light.

Schrödinger's eyes twitched, but he didn't even adjust his stance. Just as the sword was about to pierce him, the entire blade suddenly expanded in mid-air and then exploded.

Fantasy collapse.

The sword's explosion produced an incredibly powerful shockwave, sweeping across the surrounding area with devastating force. Yet, Schrödinger appeared light and composed amidst the aftermath, as if he had nothing to do with the destruction. Dust and sparks swirled around him, as if he were engulfed in a sea of blazing flames, yet unscathed.

"The idea is correct." Schrödinger yawned and said to himself, "It's a pity that I'm not lucky enough."

As soon as he finished muttering to himself, a scimitar with a blade as bright as a crescent moon slashed across Schrödinger's chest, cutting into it firmly.

——No flesh and blood, no organs, and no soul core.

There was nothing at the "wound" where the blade had cut. No, had the wound even appeared? Why was the wound clearly visible in the previous moment, and then disappeared the next moment, as if nothing had happened?

"Long time no see, you who claim to be the agent of the Inhibition Force," Schrödinger turned and taunted, "When was the last time we met? I didn't expect that after I died, I would still see you, a dog of the Inhibition Force."

"...Have we met before?" asked the man in red, who was carrying a huge bow on his back and holding two scimitars, one black and one white.

"Haha, it seems the intense work has fried your brain." Schrödinger laughed heartily. "It doesn't matter whether you remember it or not. Just attack it when it appears. Do you really expect all possibilities to remain roughly consistent?"

"…Only the central trunk can continue to grow. The fast-growing branches and leaves will eventually reach their limit, lose their future, and collapse."

"Ha... You're not even willing to give me the chance to become an Apsaras?" Schrödinger lamented, "So, what I still don't understand is—"

"—These phenomena are so easily observed, yet they tell us that the so-called main development does not allow the mysteries to be elucidated in the current era. Even the initial theories and the deciphering of the essence of magic are not allowed..."

"Honestly, those who turn a blind eye to magic, who clearly have it here for so long and yet no one has figured it out, yet they tell us it's not allowed because it's too far ahead of 'mainstream development'—"

"——Are all the people involved in the mainline development just idiots? Are they all a bunch of idiots who turn a blind eye to the phenomena right in front of them!?"

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Apsaras divergences, a concept introduced in FGO's new chapter, Chapter 3, are distinct from singularities and pruning phenomena. They are branches that, while close to the main trunk of canon history, diverge outward. While closely resembling canon history, a world experiences prosperity superior to its own, yet history is severed because of this prosperity. This illusory divergence is called an Apsaras divergence.

However, the Apsaras divergence is not necessarily cut off. It is more like an observation period. If the possibility of continuing it can be maintained, it will develop further.

Here, I borrow this concept to explain why scientists are not allowed to solve the mystery too early, but I also left a foreshadowing -

Why is it that in the "trunk development" model used as a reference, scientists seem to have discovered nothing mysterious? They clearly possess magic, but the production relations are no different from our current world?

The above is a new book by a new author. Please vote and give me feedback. Thank you!

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Also, I recommend this book, "Will the Blind Horse Girl Meet the Shadow Trainer?"

Ma Musume fan fiction, with a single female protagonist, seems to be written in the first person, if you are interested, you can take a look

Volume 33: The Quiet Kyoto Holy Grail War: . False Starry Sky

The night in Kyoto was as gloomy as an all-consuming darkness, and the damp, cold air seemed to chill the bones. The buildings on both sides of the street were silent, and only the sounds of battle echoed on the narrow cobblestone streets. There was no snow, and the sky was pitch black, as if not even the starlight could penetrate the thick clouds. The wind blew gently, with a hint of cold and dampness.

Mandicardo was breathing heavily, gripping the hilt of his sword with both hands, and parrying the opponent's attack in front of him.

"This guy... doesn't he really want to die?!" He cursed under his breath, almost forced into a corner. His sword repeatedly collided with the wildly swinging wakizashi, making a sharp metallic sound. Each blow carried tremendous force, causing Mandicardo's arm to numb and his knuckles to ache.

Amagata Michitsuna showed no sign of stopping his attack. His eyes were filled with despair and self-blame, and he swung his wakizashi with all his might, as if doing so could free him from his endless sins. Mandicardo dodged a horizontal blow, but was immediately met with a vertical blow. He quickly raised his sword to block it, the sound of metal clashing making his eardrums tremble.

"Master, are you ready?" Mandicardo gritted his teeth and held on to the opponent's attack. His legs were slightly bent as he tried his best to stabilize his center of gravity. The sword blade trembled slightly in his hand.

"Hold on for a moment, I'll calculate... In the 4696th year of the Dao calendar, the sky was not good, and the sky was not hot. The sky was not hot, and the sky was not hot. The sky was not hot, and the sky was not hot. The sky was not hot, and the sky was not hot. The sky was not hot. The sky was not hot. The sky was not hot. The sky was not hot. The sky was not hot.

"Jia and Ji are in Gen, Yi and Geng are in Qian, Bing and Xin are in Kun, and the auspicious gods are at peace. Ding and Ren are only in Li Palace, and Wu and Gui are originally in Xun." You Ruoyu tightly grasped three lit incense sticks in his hand. "The evil star is in the east, and the star Lou is the golden dog, which is auspicious. The nine stars are the seven red Xianchi stars and the gold evil god, which is the gate of shock, a minor evil..."

Mandicard had no time to dwell on these matters; his focus was completely on the enemy before him. Each of Amagata Mitsugu's strikes was haphazard, yet his strength surpassed Mandicard's by two ranks. His wakizashi flew through the air, barely brushing Mandicard's shoulder.

Mandicardo quickly took a step back, seizing the opportunity to strike back with his sword. The blade accurately sliced through the opponent's armor, leaving a bloody streak. However, this did not stop Tian Fang Tong Gang for a moment, and he continued to attack as if he knew no pain.

"Lord Nobuyasu... I'm so sorry!" Amakata Michitsugu's voice was filled with sorrow and guilt, tears mixed with sweat streaming down his face. Every strike he made was like an outlet for his endless regret, his wakizashi waving wildly in his hands, venting his grief and anger towards himself.