Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

"Huh? That's impossible! You want me to abandon you and run away alone?"

"........."

Shirou sighed, forgetting that Misaki was just like that.

"Go ahead and try to be tough, but are you planning to drag Sakura into this too?"

"Well……"

Misaki Ayako wavered, and the result was—

"I will fight alongside you!" Sakura said resolutely.

No way, Miss Sakura...

Shirou felt a sense of despair. Why were all the girls around him so reckless?

The onlookers watched as if they were watching a farcical stage play, sneering as they went.

"Is your discussion over?"

Shirou took a deep breath.

Starting with this action, the boy changed his course of action.

Rather than concealing the magic from Ayako Misaki, protecting her and Sakura's safety is the top priority.

"------"

Shirou quietly let the magic flow through his arms and legs, completing the enhancement in an instant.

Experience in fighting bare-handed...

There were almost none during the Fairy Kingdom period, but a considerable amount was accumulated after the return.

After entering middle school, he and Shinji often got into fights with older students.

Of course, Shirou cannot use magic when fighting ordinary people (Shinji is unable to use magic in the first place).

In the initial fights, Shirou was only better at seeing than the average person; his usual training was negated by the age and number of his opponents.

But gradually, Shirou mastered the knack of fighting bare-handed.

Now, he can even use his hands and feet like swords—

Speaking of which, Morgan and Orange both said that my attribute is "sword", so I can use my hands like wielding a sword, right?

After realizing this, Shirow understood.

Perhaps I can also reach some supreme realm in martial arts?

When I establish my own school, I'll call it the Two-Sword Style Imitative Fist... Hmm... That's right! Crane Wing Fist!

"..."

Shirou shook off his random thoughts and looked back at the people surrounding him.

"Hey! Don't even think about making any rash moves, Shirou Amamiya!"

Sensing the murderous intent, the man shouted as he prepared to unleash his magic.

Shirou will not give them the opportunity to demonstrate their magic in front of Ayako and the others.

He stomped his foot hard on the ground and rushed past like a gust of wind.

He transformed his right palm into a karate chop—straight towards the man's collarbone.

"Well……!"

The hand slash, with its lethality (penetration) reduced to the minimum, exploded on the man's throat, sending the 180-kilogram man flying several meters. He fell to the ground and never got up again.

Although one of them was knocked down in an instant, the rest did not remain idle.

A person next to him raised his arm.

A magic trick that generates lightning with a short incantation, aimed at Shirou's back—

Before he could even unleash his attack, Shirou twisted his wrist.

For a warrior like Shirou, the "flaw" in a single incantation is simply too great.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The man screamed and fell to the ground.

These surroundrs made a fatal mistake: they positioned themselves too close together.

Before anyone could react, they were all defeated one by one by Shirou, losing their ability to fight.

"Wow, that's amazing, senior! Are you alright?"

After all the enemies fell, Matou Sakura ran to Shirou's side.

"Ah, I'm fine, it's nothing compared to this..."

Shirou looked at Ayako Misaki—the daughter of the top samurai family in Homurahara—and showed a stunned and shocked expression.

"Amamiya, you..."

As Mitsuya Ayako approached, she murmured, "This is the first time I've ever seen such a swift and fierce slash; it's like a sharp katana."

Shirou inwardly cried out in alarm: Had I gone a bit too far just now? If they suspect me, I'll be in big trouble...

Ayako Misaki chuckled and patted Shirou on the back: "I never expected you to be so skilled in karate. Well, your archery is still better!"

"call……"

Shirou breathed a sigh of relief; it was great that this guy was a single-minded martial arts fanatic.

Incidentally, Mitsuri believes that Shirou's archery skills have reached a point where he has become one with nature, which is the realm of "nothingness" in martial arts.

Although she initially came into contact with archery because she "had no experience in this area," thanks to Shirou, it gradually became her training ground, and Mitsuaki Ayako began to practice diligently day and night.

Shirou was a little annoyed: "Actually, I'm better at swordsmanship than archery."

"Stop lying, hahaha!"

……

……

"So that's how it is. So that's the hidden victor of the Fourth Holy Grail War... 'Heroic Spirit Slayer' Shirou Amemiya."

On a high-rise building not far from the commercial street, a young man with long blond hair and brown skin is gazing into the distance.

"Those swift and natural movements are truly unbelievable for a boy who is only fifteen or sixteen years old..."

It seems I did underestimate him; sending only this many troops is insufficient for an equal negotiation.

After the young man finished speaking, a cheerful female voice came from behind him.

"Right? I told you, that guy is an anomaly even among magicians. The usual methods will never work... Should we give up?"

"..."

The young man, of noble birth, frowned unhappily: "Once I've made up my mind, there's no option to give up."

Now that we're in Japan, we should aim to achieve something. Do you expect me, Athoram Gresta, to go back with my tail between my legs?

The rising power of the Clock Tower—a young man scornfully referred to as the "Oil King" by London's aristocracy—looks at the woman beside him:

"Besides, wasn't it precisely because of this situation that I commissioned you? Half of the amount has already been transferred."

Initially hesitant, Atoram placed an order after witnessing firsthand the strength of the young man, Shirou Amamiya.

"Oh dear, this is a great help. Although martial artists should adhere to a simple life, everything should have its limits..."

While operating her phone with one hand to check bank account transfers, the woman said with a beautiful smile, "I also want to take my boyfriend on a tropical island vacation in the South."

“I have no interest in how you spend your money,” Atoram scoffed.

"OK, the contract is established."

The woman deftly closed her flip phone.

"I accept your commission, including not interfering in the details of the matter."

By the way, I'll also trouble you to cover the losses caused by the explosion during the magic battle!

Whether the opponent is a "Sealing Designation" or some kind of "Heroic Spirit Slayer"... I will do my utmost to solve it for you~

Atoram smiled with satisfaction: "Then it's up to you, Fifth Magician... Aozaki Aoko."

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Volume 4, Chapter 181: A young couple conspires to commit transnational fraud!

"So who are these guys? Amamiya, do you know them?"

"Who knows? I don't know him."

While agreeing with Ayako Misaki, Shirou looked around as if he were looking for something.

What happened...?

What's causing this mix of slightly irritable and slightly excited feeling? Is anyone nearby?

"What should we do next, senior?"

Sakura Matou asked nervously.

The men in military uniforms that Shirou had previously defeated gradually regained consciousness and now lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

Although Shirou showed mercy and didn't intend to kill, it's still quite impressive that he was able to regain his senses so quickly.

They are more like warriors or mercenaries than magicians, and their skills in this area are extremely high.

"let's go."

Shirou hadn't yet figured out why he was so eager to do something, so he decided that he shouldn't stay here any longer.

"Don't care about them anymore?"

"do not care."

"But they're targeting the senior students..."

Just as Shirou was about to pull Sakura away, another presence entered the deserted street that had been cleared out in advance.

Suddenly, the people lying on the ground stopped wailing and looked up at the same time, their faces filled with fear.

"What a bunch of good-for-nothings! You can't even catch a little devil?"

Shirou and the others also looked over and saw a young man with long blond hair and brown skin.

His face was filled with an arrogant sneer, and his clothes were very exquisite, with his neck, wrists and fingers adorned with sparkling jewels.

Shirou couldn't help but think of an old friend whom he had personally sent back to the Throne of Heroes.

A brown-skinned young man who looked like he came from a desert region walked towards them, while his subordinates all knelt down.

"I'm very sorry, there were some unexpected circumstances."

He ignored the apology and stared intently at Shirou Amamiya.

"Atoram Gresta."

The young man spoke with a displeased expression.

According to the original plan, he should not have needed to personally take action to reap this "spoils of war".

"This is my name—Amamiya Shirou. You are indeed a remarkable strongman, just as the rumors describe."

"Oh? What's going on now? Amamiya, are you actually a super famous person?"

Wait a minute… is this guy some kind of fanatical martial arts enthusiast? Did he travel all this way to challenge you to a duel?

Misaki Ayako was still confused and stared at the brown-skinned youth in surprise.

"I can't sense any martial arts aura in him... Hey, what's your style? Karalipayat? Yoga? The kind where your arms and legs can grow super long?"

“Miss dropout, I don’t think he’s Indian…” Matou Sakura tugged at her sleeve.

"Ayako."

Shirou said in a voice calmer than ever before, "Take Sakura and leave first."