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Mai Sakurajima was still holding her.

When even her Servants couldn't see her, Mai Sakurajima was almost in despair.

(A ghost story on par with Conan: Adolescent Syndrome - All-Energy Type)

She felt like she had grasped at a straw.

"It's too tight, let go first."

The girl shouted.

Once Mai Sakurajima relaxed, she introduced herself: "Servant, Assassin, named Ryougi Shiki."

...Is this a good way to greet me?

What a strange rule… Although the customs are a bit different, I'll just play casually.”

She seems cheerful and doesn't care about rules or anything like that, but in essence, Ryougi Shiki is still an older sister who is afraid of being alone, and at this moment she is obviously clumsily trying to change the subject.

Mai Sakurajima laughed and said, "Thank you. I am Mai Sakurajima."

.......

"So it's Lancelot, the legendary Knight of the Lake from the Knights of the Round Table?"

in the park.

Reinhard, dressed in a modern t-shirt and jeans in the dead of winter, handed her a cup of hot coffee, exclaiming, "No wonder you're so powerful..."

I've been in this world for a while now, mostly recovering from my injuries, and naturally I've read quite a few books.

One of them is about the Knights of the Round Table.

Just as he saw before him: upright, loyal, humble, polite, and fair...

What a perfect knight!

Well, if it weren't for his relationship with the Queen.

"Just a cowardly sinner."

The man with long purple hair looked at Reinhard with a melancholy and sorrowful expression, somewhat surprised: "However, I did not expect that there would be such a powerful and upright knight as you in modern times."

"powerful?"

Reinhard's face seemed to be infected as well, showing bitterness and melancholy: "Compared to a powerful Servant like you, what am I? You have seen it yourself, I was spared by a Servant and have been recuperating until now."

As a prospective Master, he can see the Servant attribute information reflected by the Holy Grail system.

Even his Golden King attribute, which could easily crush him, was not as high as the knight in front of him.

Of the four basic attributes, only magic power is rated C; the others are all rated A or above, with agility even reaching A+.

Even the Gold King rank is only rated B and C. (Five battles with Flash, stats decreased.)

Of course, he also knew that the strength of a Servant wasn't calculated that way, but...

"I can't be mistaken."

The melancholy knight said solemnly, "You are definitely a knight who is no less than a Servant, no, you are a knight who is strong even among Servants."

Reinhard and the people in the scene all shook their heads, not believing a single word.

The expert is too modest.

If someone with a strength level of B can create a vacuum with a single punch, one can't even imagine how strong someone with a strength level of A must be.

Besides, it's A+ agility? Everyone has seen how fast Big Dog and Sister R's A agility reaction is.

Lancelot was also somewhat troubled, but finally said seriously, "Then, can you become my Master? Reinhard, and then we'll have a fight, and I'll show you that you're not much different from a Servant, not even from me, Lancelot."

Formal introduction: I am Lancelot, present in the world as a Berserker, having retained my sanity for unknown reasons.

What the knight in front of us lacks most right now is confidence and self-awareness.

A confident knight is a true knight.

Lancelot secretly admired him.

The knight before me was kind, fair, equal, humble, and upright; he was the very embodiment of chivalry.

If it were in his time, he would definitely recommend the other person to join the Knights of the Round Table.

It's really lucky to have met such a junior knight in this world.

He thought to himself.

Let's put the water in the water later and try to help this younger person build confidence.

"Lancelot?"

Reinhard wasn't one to mince words, and promptly extended his hand: "Reinhard, thank you for your trust."

A magical light shone forth.

The new contract was established and recognized by the Holy Grail system.

Feeling the connection that bound them together, Lancelot smiled modestly: "The park forest will do, Master. That should be enough space."

"Is that enough?"

Reinhard paused for a moment, but quickly recovered.

Yes, he was too arrogant. For a Servant like Lancelot, dealing with a mere human was far too easy; the small forest in the park was more than enough.

“Alright, Lancelot, but you can just call me Reinhard.”

He didn't think he was qualified to be called a master or anything like that.

"How humble! Hahaha."

The melancholy knight laughed heartily, his mood seemingly improving: "Let's go, let's give it a try."

soon.

Deep in the park's forest.

The two faced each other from a distance.

Lancelot stood relaxed, smiling, and said, "Using weapons is too dangerous for you. How about using your fists as swords? Give me a full-force punch."

It wasn't anything else, but the sword at his master's waist gave him a sense of threat; it was probably a Noble Phantasm.

The Master must be very strong, and with the Noble Phantasm, he's afraid he won't be able to withstand the attack and might hurt this knight he admires.

"Really, there's no need, Lancelot. I know my own strength very well; I'm still far from being a Servant."

Reinhard shook his head.

If it were an ordinary Servant, or even the weakest one, he might be able to put up a fight, but this one in front of him is a top-tier Servant.

"Use your full strength directly, and I will guide you through the details. Real combat is the fastest way to improve."

Lancelot frowned, adopting a stern teacher's stance: "What are you still hesitating for? Attack now, use your full strength."

He was also a senior figure at the Round Table, and several Knights of the Round Table were trained by him.

"Ok."

Given the situation, Reinhard could only nod, slowly lowering his body to adjust his posture using the profound martial arts techniques taught in the tutorial.

The muscles begin to move rhythmically from the toes, flowing through the entire body like water, graceful and fluid, forming a perfect spiral torque.

As he inhaled, the spiritual veins within a hundred meters around him seemed to converge and be drawn into him, becoming so dense that they formed a visible white mist dragon, flowing and swirling, creating vortexes. At this moment, the surrounding trees were twisted and turned, swirling and tilting towards him.

Although his combat strength is not as good as it was in his hometown, and even his protective aura has been completely destroyed.

But in terms of physical strength and swordsmanship alone, his progress is extremely frightening.

As a member of the Sword Saint family, he doesn't know magic, but he can absorb magical energy from the atmosphere to strengthen his physical body, resulting in a terrifyingly strong physique.

After arriving on Earth, studying the breathing techniques and martial arts in the teaching levels was like unlocking a treasure trove, fully unleashing his terrifying potential.

They could even increase it by three, five, or ten times.

In terms of physical strength alone, he is at least dozens of times stronger than before.

For example, at this moment, with his breathing, the rhythm of his muscles and even cells, the power of every cell in his body was integrated and concentrated in his fingertips, directly causing a flash of lightning and even distorting the air.

"Watch out, Mr. Lancelot, I'm coming."

Reinhardt took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"rest assured...."

Lancelot sensed the forest's magic converging towards him, and a strange unease crept into his heart.

However, he was a top hero even in the age of gods, and it is now very difficult for anyone in the modern era to threaten him.

He immediately said loudly, "Don't worry, attack boldly. You know my speed and reaction time. It won't be easy to hurt me."

Also.

Reinhard, who had inexplicably thought Lancelot was a bit thin, was immediately relieved.

Mr. Lancelot has an A+ level of agility.

All of a sudden.

Reinhard's rhythm suddenly surged, and centered on the point where his back foot landed, the ground shattered, and a shockwave exploded outwards.

His muscles rippled and exploded like flowing water, and a visible spiral sonic boom cloud swept away a large tree.

babble?

That punch was pretty powerful.

Lancelot was taken aback.

In a fraction of a second, Reinhard appeared in front of him.

Lancelot only had time to widen his eyes before the fist that tore open a vacuum spiral tunnel landed on his abdomen.

The visible overpressure shock wave ring suddenly burst open and spread, cutting through the tree canopy and the ground like a sharp blade.

"what...."

Lancelot was about to scream, but then he remembered that the person in front of him was a junior who admired him. His veins bulged, and he forced back the scream. He gathered his strength in his dantian, and with a thud against the force of the punch that was about to shatter him, he planted his legs firmly into the ground.

Boom.

Within a hundred meters, the ground trembled as if it had been hit by a sugar rush. Cracks appeared centered on his feet, from which soil and rocks burst forth like cannonballs, blasting the surrounding trees to smithereens.

But the terrifying force was not completely released. The ground within a range of more than ten meters suddenly exploded, and Lancelot was blown away like a spinning armor-piercing bullet.

He chiseled through more than a dozen unfortunate trees that would take two people to encircle, flew over a hundred meters, and finally pierced the rock wall behind him. In an instant, the rocks shattered, leaving him with only his two legs hopping around outside. Then the rock wall cracked.

He slid down slowly, bounced twice on the ground, but the next moment a mountain weighing tens of tons crashed down, the earth shook, and more boulders slid down, forming a pyramid-shaped mound.

It's several stories high, quite a sight, and certainly befits his status.

"Mr. Lancelot?"

Reinhard, who was still in a punching stance, froze. He had just been unable to contain his worry and changed his palm sword into a fist. He felt as if he had punched a very tough leather sandbag, and then it broke with a "pop".

What followed was a wave of exhilarating, overwhelming force.

It made him quite excited; he hadn't had such a great time playing in a long time.

But then came worry and lingering fear: Had Mr. Lancelot been injured?

(Lancelot: Thank you, I'm not injured, just dying.)

I should have known I wouldn't have used the breathing technique, but thankfully I didn't use any enhancement magic or draw my sword.

After all, he is a swordsman, and his attack range is very wide when he draws his sword. The Dragon Sword Red gives him an exaggerated boost.

and many more.

Why hasn't Mr. Lancelot gotten up yet?

As expected of the Flower of Knights, she stood still and took my full-force punch head-on?

Reinhardt's voice grew increasingly worried as he prepared to go and check on things.

"Click."

A hand tremblingly reached out from the edge of the "grave mound".