My mother's love song

"Is that so? You are indeed a swordsman. Contrary to your casual appearance, you are really sharp."

For Rhode, he could have used magic, which he was more proficient in, to fight, but facing the enthusiastic invitation of the strongest swordsman, how could he refuse?

So he neither used his power nor distanced himself, but simply used the sword hidden in the staff to fight back.

When it comes to swordsmen, Miyamoto Musashi is a name that cannot be avoided.

His fame is higher than that of all the rest of them combined. Even the second most famous swordsman, Kojiro, was just a stepping stone created a hundred years after Musashi's death to increase his legendary status.

To this day, "The Book of Five Rings" written by Musashi is still regarded as a philosophical reading and is placed in the bestseller section of bookstores.

Some people think that Miyamoto Musashi was just a Sekigahara deserter who deceived the world, but more people think that he was the strongest swordsman in Japanese history [unparalleled in the world].

In some ways, Miyamoto Musashi and Aleister Crowley are very similar.

In the two diametrically opposed fields of martial arts and magic, it has become an insurmountable world cultural symbol [Slogan].

Rhodes didn't care about the ancient history. He only knew that the sword swung by the girl in front of him had undoubtedly entered the realm of God.

No space.

This Saber Miyamoto Musashi has already realized the realm of "Zero" which is beyond "One".

On the other hand, Rhodes' swordsmanship was also exceptional, and even with the limitations of his Caster class, it had reached an inhuman level.

Infuse magic power into the sword blade to create a diffuse slash to deal with the unfavorable situation of a single sword versus two swords.

In the end, he firmly took on Musashi's brilliant slashing blows that were like heavy rain and falling petals.

But even so, Rhodes gradually fell into a disadvantage.

It's not just a difference in technology, but more of a difference in physical performance.

Rhodes gave up using his power and fought only as a swordsman. When facing Miyamoto Musashi who had the bonus of his native land, he was at an overwhelming disadvantage in both strength and speed.

Despite this, Rhodes still enjoyed this sense of restraint very much.

If he wanted to unleash his power, he could just turn into a giant monster and evaporate both Musashi and Tokyo, but that kind of battle wouldn't be fun at all.

During the suffocating battle, Rhodes recalled his second life.

Aleister Crowley, who had completely lost his power as a beast, spent his years surviving in London as an ordinary person.

After who knows how many years, he found the joy of fighting again tonight.

Unconsciously, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

Glancing at Rod's expression from the corner of his eye, Musashi smiled knowingly.

“Hey! Saber, what’s going on! Isn’t the opponent Caster? Why can’t you even suppress Caster! Stop letting him win!”

The girl ignored the Master's words and just felt the joy in her heart.

A long-lost feeling of exhilaration surged in Musashi's chest.

Ahh. Rod, you really are...

"Okay, try to take my sword!"

The girl spoke with full force and distanced herself from him.

Then, the plump legs sank into the ground.

As the dust flew, Musashi instantly closed the distance and released five consecutive slashes with both swords.

"……Well!"

Rhodes was unable to keep up with such speed, and swung his staff sword to minimize the damage as much as possible, leaving only scratches on the surface of the body.

Musashi took advantage of the victory and attacked Rhodes again.

The girl shouted, slashing at the magician's neck with the blade in her left hand: "Got him!"

This slight underestimation of the enemy was seized upon in an instant.

Musashi's slashing blow was blocked by something that was not a staff sword.

And then...bang!

The sound of tranquility, which could never happen in this situation, echoed through the streets at night.

There is no real sense of hitting the target.

When Rhodes looked at Musashi again, she had instantly changed from close combat to a distance of about five meters.

What a great reaction, Rhodes exclaimed.

There was an obvious scratch on the girl's smooth forehead, and red blood was flowing down the bridge of her nose.

"Caster, you!?"

Miyamoto Musashi showed an unprecedented look of surprise and stared at Rhodes' left hand.

"Sorry, I'm also a dual-wielder."

The weapon in Rhode's secondary hand was a strange black iron

Stable and reliable, a century-old classic.

The most outstanding melee weapon in service during World War I.

British-made Webley Mk VI revolver.

Dual wielding of sword and spear, this is the complete form of Aleister's swordsmanship.

"Times have changed, Miss Miyamoto Musashi."

The black curse bullet grazed the swordswoman's cheek.

Rhodes held a sword in one hand and a gun in the other, raising the banner of counterattack.

……

……

Far away from the city center, on a wide road that was set up with a barrier to avoid people, an unprecedented fight to the death was taking place.

The magician dressed in pitch black and the girl in a gorgeous kimono communicate with each other's souls through their evil swordsmanship.

To a magus like Gold, this must be an incomprehensible battle.

The speed of the swords of both sides was so fast that even the eyes enhanced by magic could not catch it.

The battlefield has long since changed beyond recognition.

The sturdy tree trunk seemed to have been torn in half by a typhoon.

Countless potholes appeared on the asphalt road, like holes caused by falling meteorites.

This was all due to the aftermath damage caused by Rhodes' off-hand weapon when he and Musashi exchanged swords.

After being modified by Rodmo, a large amount of crow feathers were sealed into the magazine of the revolver, and through a process [pulling the trigger], black magic bullets were fired at the enemy.

With the pistol's unprecedented speed and power, the black cursed bullet restrained Miyamoto Musashi's figure, and her strange swordsmanship allowed her to transform from a torrential offensive to a defensive position.

The shot down cursed bullets kept scraping away at the flat ground, as if it were a muddy battlefield that had just been baptized by artillery fire.

In terms of swordsmanship and physical performance, Miyamoto Musashi has a slight advantage.

Even her eyesight was superior to hers.

Miyamoto Musashi's third eye is regarded as the power to achieve one's goals.

Once you decide to accomplish something, you will devote yourself to it to ensure that your goal is achieved.

When she uses her Heavenly Eye to [cut], she can achieve the most reasonable slash [a sword without any excess, conquering time and space].

The power to “narrow to one” the range of “means to achieve the ends.”

It can be said that it is a special Mystic Eye that can interfere with cause and effect by limiting the infinite future to a single result.

In contrast, the Clairvoyance and Fairy Eyes that Rhodes possessed were not eyes that could be used in a sword fight.

However, thanks to his unorthodox physical skills that combined sword, spear, and magic release, he was able to compete with the local Musashi.

"Well……"

Gold watched the fatal fight between Black Saber and Black Caster with gnashing teeth.

He couldn't find an opportunity to perform magic. In fact, the opponent's Master didn't seem to be here either.

But what he was most dissatisfied with was the fact that Black Saber could not win.

Miyamoto Musashi, the strongest swordsman, is extremely well-known all over the world and is undoubtedly the strongest Saber in his home country.

However, she was on the defensive in close combat in front of Caster. No kidding!

Gold didn't know that Niten Ichiryu was originally a defensive style of martial arts, and the biggest advantage of dual swords was not offense but defense.

There was no difference in the level of skill in the hand-to-hand combat between Rhodes and Musashi. It was just that Musashi, who seemed to be waiting for an opportunity and at ease, appeared passive in the eyes of outsiders.

No matter what, if one of them shows any sign of slackness, the other party will immediately pierce their heart.

"Come out, Master of Caster! If you kill Sagara Houma, I, Gold Mujik Yugdomirenia, will be your opponent! Are you watching? Are you watching?"

There was no answer to Gold's shout.

Both Rhodes and Musashi were immersed in the battle with each other. No one responded to him or even looked at him.

The feeling of being left aside made Gold's sense of humiliation grow even more.

The incomprehensible battle made him feel overwhelmed by powerlessness.

Gold fell to his knees helplessly on the ground and could only watch the dazzling duel between Saber and Caster in silence.

At this time, a ray of light came from the east, it was the dawn before dawn.

A quarter of an hour had passed since 4 o'clock in the morning, and before they knew it, Rhodes and Musashi had been fighting all night.

The sound of steel colliding has exceeded ten thousand times.

The cursed bullets fired from the hammer roared, and the number was about to exceed a thousand.

But there was no disorder in their breathing.

Musashi put the katana on his shoulder and glanced at Gold with his peripheral vision: "If this continues, the fight will last until dawn. I don't care, but my Master looks like he is no longer able to fight."

It is common knowledge that the Holy Grail War is a secret battle that takes place only at night.

What's more, this is the urban area of ​​Tokyo with a population of tens of millions.

Rhode raised his eyebrows: "...Is this okay? If you use your ultimate skill, you might be able to kill me. Why do you want to seal the treasure?"

"seal?"

Musashi laughed cheerfully.

"You are the one who sealed yourself, right? I'm not that ignorant of romance. You haven't even used your true power."

As she spoke cheerfully, she sheathed her two swords, took off her gorgeous samurai attire, and changed back into her original T-shirt and jeans.

Her actions officially marked the end of the outpost of the Holy Grail War.

Gold seemed to open his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

There was absolutely no room for me to interrupt the conversation between the magician and the female warrior, and there was absolutely no room for others to intervene.

Rhodes said, "Okay. Let's just call it a draw."

Musashi said, "No, it's my complete defeat."

"Why do you say that? Even if we fight for another day and night, we won't be able to determine the winner."

The girl smiled and put a finger to her lips: "It is indeed as you said, but I lost this time.

As for the reason... it's a secret. But, Rhodes, you are indeed as remarkable as the rumors say."

Does this guy really know me?

Rhodes narrowed his eyes. Now he had already recovered all his memories.

But in these three long lives, Miyamoto Musashi did not exist.

after all……

Where exactly is it...