Shirou Emiya is determined to kill all the cursed spirits and evil spirits

After completing this final forging, he swung the blade violently into the air, and the dark and deep flames spread out like sparks, and were finally sent into the bucket by Emiya.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle——————!

The water, which was extremely cold just now, began to roll and boil at this moment, and evaporated in just a few seconds.

What's even more amazing is that there's no noticeable steam flowing out during this process, as if the water sources have actually been 'burned'.

"Okay, that's it... Do you want to go test it now?"

Emiya handed the blade covered with gorgeous patterns to Miwa Kasumi and asked.

Although he was fundamentally a disciple of the 'Muramasa-ryu' raised by the old man, there was no similar shape or inscription on the blade.

If we talk about similarities...it's probably that this magnificent appearance really looks like the 'Demon Sword'?

"Is it okay? It feels like I've got a new knife..."

After hesitating for a moment, Sanlun Xia took it. The moment her palm touched the hilt, her eyes widened immediately.

"The touch is surprisingly exactly the same as before, and...why does it seem to be a lot smoother?!"

How could that be? She had clearly never used this reshaped sword before.

She even seemed to be able to vaguely sense the techniques contained in the sword and its basic usage.

That's clearly the feeling of self-awakening [the ritual of life], right? No matter how special a spell tool is, it's ultimately just a tool, and won't give you that kind of tactile feeling.

"You mean this? Of course I can't let all your previous practice efforts go to waste, so I used a few little tricks."

"After being used by you so many times, the blade has been stained with traces of your cursed energy. I just need to follow this touch and expand it."

"The final effect is as if you have wielded this cursed tool for years, allowing it to perfectly match your cursed power."

To put it simply, it's like putting on a cursed power identification lock, so that Kasumi Miwa who uses it can open the lock directly.

“This…is this a little trick?!”

If that's true, then those other spell tool smiths... no, all the smiths from ancient times to the present can just roll into the garbage dump, right?

Only non-recyclable garbage can be worthy of their technology and status.

"After saying so much, why not just give it a test?" Emiya urged.

In fact, he also wanted to know what he could achieve now.

If this is possible, then by tailoring the program to the students, their safety can be completely guaranteed, right?

"Huh? Oh..."

Hearing the urging, Kasumi nodded mechanically at first, then looked around and found that this not-so-big forging room had no conditions for her experiments.

After gaining Emiya's consent, she walked out of the forge and into the open space outside.

"call......"

Cheer up and don’t lose face. Good job!

The useless Miwa has to start showing herself now, just to not disappoint Emiya-kun behind her, she must try her best!

"Drink ah ah ah ah!!!"

ps: I feel like I didn’t perform well today. I’m 99% likely to become a failure and start the second round of exams.

The most important thing is that I went to look at used cars and got scammed out of 5,000!

Let me take a break (breath of oxygen)

Volume 1: Chapter 168: It must be very happy to marry this man?

When people shout subconsciously, it is often to give themselves courage, just like most animals do when they intimidate their enemies and prey. This is an instinct that they have inherited from ancient times.

A few thousand, or at most tens of thousands of years of development history is not enough for them to completely reverse this behavior engraved in their genes, so we just have to regard those guys who like to shout and scream at every turn as atavism.

However, there are some martial artists who have undergone special training and can really control their own state with every shout of attack to maximize their force-generating skills.

Of course, Kasumi Miwa, who has not received that kind of professional training, cannot achieve that level of effect, but this kind of thing still has another meaning for the sorcerers.

That is to help them quickly mobilize their emotions, thereby increasing the generation and activity of their magical power, just like now -

boom! ! !

This time it was a real war, because Kasumi Miwa still had full control over the cursed power of the technique, so in order not to disappoint Emiya, she poured all the cursed power into the sword.

The pitch-black flames spread forward like a huge mouth of the abyss that swallowed everything, and spread directly to dozens of meters away before dissipating due to having nowhere to attach to.

Under the ravages of this force, even if it just barely touched the edge of the ground, it would leave a conical concave surface from shallow to deep, with the deepest even reaching more than one meter.

Regardless of the degree of control and practicality, the power is definitely up to standard.

"I did this...?!"

Sanlun Xia looked down at the shining sword in her hand, and she was completely unable to react.

She was just afraid that the power she tried was too small, so she subconsciously increased the output of the spell power, but why was the effect so exaggerated?

Kasumi Miwa also wondered if the [Emiya Maru] in her hand really had its own thoughts, drawing its own cursed power like a demon sword.

But after careful perception, she found that her own spell power was still abundant, and she could even launch an attack like the one just now at least three more times.

Is she really that amazing? She almost doesn't recognize herself anymore.

Even if she was given a shovel, it would take her more than half an hour to achieve the effect in front of her, right?

"It seems that the effect is quite good."

"Is this what you call okay?!"

Kasumi Miwa was about to subconsciously refute Emiya's evaluation, but then she thought, it seems that the other person can really achieve this effect easily, so she is the clown.

"Well, since you've only just mastered the spell tools, you still have a lot of room for improvement. So don't forget to practice more from now on."

Emiya knew that if the anticipated battle really broke out, the students of Kyoto School would definitely be sent to the battlefield.

He couldn't directly tell the other party what had happened. Even if Sanlun, who was not strong enough, knew the truth, it would only add to his troubles. It would be better for him to be happy like this.

"Don't worry, Emiya-kun, I will definitely do my best!"

Others have almost had their food in their mouths, and if she doesn't make some effort and take some action, Sanlun Xia herself can't convince herself.

Even the power of the spell just displayed by the sword was enough to defeat most of the opponent's first-level curse spirits. However, the iron must be strong, and simply relying on the magic tools to improve is obviously not enough.

Kasumi Miwa doesn't need to learn too many other skills. The [New Yin Flow] alone is enough for her to improve to a certain level.

After all, no matter what, isn't Atsuya Kusakabe, known as the strongest first-class magician, at the forefront of this skill?

However, Emiya really hasn't learned much about the techniques of barrier techniques, not to mention that he just gave Tengen a beating not long ago, so he's afraid that the Tent may not be able to be fully deployed.

I feel like it’s time to put this issue on the agenda.

"Oh, it's really lively here. Principal Ye Moth will definitely want to beat someone up when he sees this, right?"

After realizing that things had progressed to a similar point, Gojo Satoru jumped out from the corner at the right time and brought Kenko with him.

As an outsider, Yotsuya Miko has no authority to move around freely in the technical high school, but it is of course different with Gojo Satoru accompanying her.

"Eh, eh?! Is that so?!"

"Go...Go Meenase!"

Before actually coming to the Tokyo school, Kasumi Miwa always had a wish: that was to be able to meet her idol Gojo Satoru in person.

But don't underestimate this man's lethality to women. Who wouldn't like a tall and thin man with a perfect and unique appearance?

The most important thing is that it’s not just women, in fact all creatures have a tendency to admire the strong - is there anyone who is more attractive than Gojo Satoru, the recognized “strongest” in the world of curse arts?

However, this emotion generally only appears before a person truly gets to know another person, just like the feeling of anticipation, after the expectation, there is nothing left.

Kasumi Miwa's current goal is very clear, but for Gojo Satoru, the "strongest" who supports the world of curse, she truly regards him as a senior and idol.

Human beings are really strange creatures. They are clearly thinking about eating, but at the same time they treat their peers as seniors. It is simply immoral!

"Don't bully me like that. It won't take much time to repair it anyway. I asked her to test its power."

Emiya walked up to Gojo Satoru and waved his hand, then turned his gaze to Miko behind him: "Are you impatient to leave? Or did Mr. Gojo drag you here by force?"

"If you're not in such a hurry, how about we have dinner together at my house?"

"!!!"

Although it was not a formal invitation, it was still an invitation. Who knows how long Jianzi had been waiting for this day?

"I'm fine, Emiya-kun, because you're just a really good cook."

She smiled like that in her mind, but Jianzi's face didn't change much. She just had a slight smile on her face. This was a skill she had practiced for many years to control her facial expressions.

Girls should not express their emotions too actively, because in almost every work, such characters and pure tsundere will be eliminated without any suspense.

To be honest, she couldn't express any intense emotions, as she was already used to it.

"That would be great if there's no problem. It's always more lively with more people."

Wait, there are a lot of people...what does that mean?!

When Jianzi realized what these words meant, it was already too late.

Because Emiya turned around and invited Miwa Kasumi: "So, what about Miwa-san? Do you want to come too?"

"Yeah, I can too!!"

At that moment just now, Sanlun thought he was going to lose... It seems that he is far from losing!

Even the useless Miwa will be useful sometimes, because she has a very powerful group of girlfriends who can provide her with unexpected tricks at any time.

But it’s not the same for Jianzi. Her busty best friend is only concerned about food and hunger. Can she provide any effective help?

Too poor!

So after dozens of minutes, the four of them sat together at the small dining table in Emiya's house, forming a very fierce pincer attack.

Except for Gojo Satoru who had focused all his attention on the delicious food in the bowl, the remaining two girls were still observing each other quietly.

Gojo Satoru didn't bother to observe the movements of these little girls. Because there were so many people, Emiya had prepared a lot of food this time. Being smart, he had already started eating from his bowl while looking at the pot.

When eating, nothing else is more important than eating.

Unlike the simple-minded Gojo Satoru, Miwa Kasumi had already simulated dozens of possibilities and plans in her mind, and she was just about to take out her cell phone to exchange information with her military advisor.

But just when she was about to find an excuse to do it, the aroma of delicious food suddenly drifted to her side, causing her body to react immediately.

Gululu————

hungry!

Why does it smell so good? Why not try it first?

In order to rush to the Tokyo school, she didn't even have lunch, and her body had protested several times.

Having made her decision, Kasumi Miwa immediately picked up the spoon and gently stuffed the food into her mouth. Her taste buds and brain were instantly conquered by the taste.

Who knows what kind of life Sanlun lived? To support her two younger brothers, she had always been frugal. Her meals were either homemade or cheaply packed. She never had much to enjoy.

But compared with the delicious food in front of her, what was the difference between the food she had eaten before and chewing wax?

Now there is only one thought left in Sanlun Xia's mind.

If you marry a man like this, you will definitely live a happy life in the future!!!