The journey of dragon transformation starting from Demon Slayer

Although there are only three summoned heroic spirits including her, is it possible for her to find the other party without any direction?

In this big city with a population of over 150 million?

No matter how you think about it, it's impossible...

The probability is one in a million. Unless you have opened your third eye or are extremely lucky to meet the other person, otherwise no matter who comes, you will be at a loss and must rely on external forces.

God will only help those who help themselves. Searching aimlessly is just an act of stopping thinking and is of no substantial help to the work itself.

Of course, since she did not directly use the power of the "Judgment" last night (the Command Seal), but asked the "Assassin", the "Assassin" had no reason to help her. It was just a simple exchange of information.

The "Arbitrator" has almost the same rights as the Master. As a privilege of the judge, the Arbitrator has the power to "command each Heroic Spirit twice" regardless of any conditions, which means that he has two "Command Seals", a total of fourteen strokes for seven Heroic Spirits.

As a referee, this cannot be used unless there is a very serious situation.

Of course, this statement is more objective, but it also requires the arbitrator to have a strong sense of self-regulation.

To put it a little more extremely, as long as the Arbiter uses the Command Spell, he can even control who obtains the Holy Grail.

Because she can just order someone she doesn't like to commit suicide, and thinking about it this way is simply blowing a black whistle.

However, after learning that there were no 'Assassins' or 'Adventers', Joan of Arc began her prayers in the church, while the assassins left the church and waited quietly outside.

Then it was morning, and Jeanne left the church and set out on her journey to downtown Fuyuki City.

All in all, today was probably going to be a busy day, and Jeanne felt that she'd better be prepared to gain nothing.

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Why did you suddenly respond to the call and come to this world?

For Tatsumi, there are many answers to this question, but the most standard one is probably that he wants to see more scenery.

After all, what could be more satisfying than fighting a Holy Grail War, only to have reality pass by in a split second?

For the purpose of rest alone, I treat one day's rest time as a whole year. If it were in my previous life, as an ordinary person, I would probably wake up laughing in my dreams.

He can see different heroic spirits competing against each other, see various stories unfolding before his eyes, and even intervene as a heroic spirit.

Even if he is not summoned as a Heroic Spirit, he can still travel freely in the world line that can be called "infinite".

You can use the extra time to deal with work, or you can be a stay-at-home and enjoy yourself. It is a completely ideal life.

Tatsumi was not aware that a "Judge" would descend upon this Holy Grail War, but even if he knew, he would not have reacted too much.

It will happen sooner or later anyway. Paying too much attention to it will only disrupt the pace of your life.

Perhaps this is the margin of strength that only the strong can have?

Unconsciously, he has grown into a great man who can influence the country and the world. Except for the fact that he has become somewhat confused about the concepts of time and space, Tatsumi is quite satisfied with other aspects.

How old are you mentally? How will you become in the future?

He doesn't care about these troubles. It's better to live his daily life with a young mentality.

"Onii-chan..."

A petite female voice sounded in his ears. Noticing that the little girl in front of him had finished her breakfast, Tatsumi smiled gently and returned her with a gentle look.

“Have you finished eating…?”

"Yeah!" Sakura, who was sitting next to her, nodded embarrassedly.

She blinked and asked shyly, "Today...what are we going to do...Onii-chan..."

"Hmm..." Tatsumi thought for a second, then said with a smile: "Let's buy Sakura some clothes to change into, and buy some daily necessities! Let's go shopping in Fuyuki City!"

"Sakura, is there any place you want to go?" Tatsumi asked.

Sakura was stunned when she heard this, and her mind flashed back to the 'Fuyuki City Central Park' where she often went with her sister and mother.

But when she thought of her father's warning, Ying suppressed the desire in her heart.

Seeing that Sakura looked indecisive, Tatsumi raised his arm.

"If you want something or somewhere you want to go, just tell me..."

Sakura blinked as she felt the gentle and large hand on her head.

"I, I understand..."

"Well, then get ready. We'll leave in twenty minutes."

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Twenty minutes later, Tatsumi and Sakura arrived at the front yard of the Matou residence.

Thanks to the cultivation of Matou Zouken, this place is shaded by green trees and has a quiet environment, as deep and peaceful as if it were isolated from the world.

With the careful arrangement of Matou Tsuruno, a luxury car had been waiting for a long time.

The car is all black with smooth lines, exuding an atmosphere of nobility and elegance.

Tatsumi took Sakura's hand, gently opened the car door, and signaled Sakura that she could get in first.

Sakura smiled and nodded, then carefully got into the car.

Then Tatsumi also got into the car, sat next to Sakura without any hesitation, and closed the door.

Noticing that Tatsumi was sitting next to her, Sakura's tense body relaxed unconsciously, as if this man would protect her no matter what the situation.

Seeing that everyone was present, the driver started the engine and slowly drove the car out of the Matou residence.

It drove along a winding road through dense woods toward a residential area located below the hills.

Along the way, Tatsumi and Sakura didn't say anything. They just opened the window, quietly admired the scenery outside, and enjoyed the breeze and fresh air blowing towards them.

Gradually, the car left Miyama Town, crossed the Fuyuki Bridge, and arrived at the bustling new urban area.

There are tall buildings on both sides of the street, and there are many pedestrians and vehicles.

As she got further and further away from the Matou residence, the fear in Sakura's eyes gradually faded, and instead, a light of excitement emanated from it.

Seeing that Sakura's condition had obviously improved, Tatsumi felt relieved, but at the same time he was thinking about Sakura's future destination in his heart.

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(The issue with Joan of Arc's clothing in the previous article has been corrected. In the original article, she was wearing modern clothes, but now it has been changed back to her original clothes as a Heroic Spirit.)

Fuyuki City is a small coastal town located in the far east of Japan. Its name comes from its extremely long winter.

However, the climate is actually warm, so although it is often covered with snow, it is rarely hit by severe cold. If you dig two springs, they may be hot springs.

The Mion River, which runs across the entire city, divides the entire Fuyuki City into two parts, and also divides the city's architectural style into two completely different parts.

The two sides are connected by the Fuyuki Bridge. On the east side is Shinto, a highly modern new town under development with everything. On the west side is Miyama-cho, an old town that is basically only residential and can be recognized at a glance.

The developing new city provides a large number of jobs for the residents of Fuyuki. Because the big river here is connected to the underground spiritual veins, it is an excellent spiritual place. Many influential magicians have moved here a long time ago. These magicians and the spiritual place of Fuyuki City are managed by the Tosaka family, members of the Magic Association of the Clock Tower.

Walking on the streets of the new capital, Joan of Arc had a clear goal and went straight to the local shopping mall, preparing to buy a set of clothes here to use as her daily wear in the future.

Today, she was wearing a purple dress with her armor removed, revealing her fair arms and tender shoulders. The silky fabric gently brushed against her fair and delicate skin, outlining the girl's plump figure to the fullest.

The most eye-catching thing is her back, which is as white and flawless as mutton-fat jade and is displayed in the air without reservation.

On this fair skin, there is a bright red holy mark engraved.

This red stigma is like a red plum blossom blooming on the snow, gorgeous and charming, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding white and purple dresses, giving people a strong visual impact.

Noticing the surprised looks of passers-by, Joan of Arc blushed slightly and felt a little shy in her heart.

She was only 20 years old when she died. Born in the countryside, she traveled all over France during her lifetime, fighting wits and courage with invaders.

However, apart from in the army and on the battlefield, when had she ever enjoyed such gazes? !

If she was wearing armor or something, it wouldn't matter, but wearing just clothes like this, Joan of Arc couldn't help but feel a sense of shame that only belongs to a young girl.

Joan of Arc thought it was necessary to buy a set of modern clothes. Since it was impossible to accurately search for the traces of the "Adventers", she had to be prepared for a protracted war.

The money she had was provided by the church. As a supervisor sent by the church, it was not uncommon for Kotomine Rizheng to ask for money from the church.

Not to mention that this money is for the use of the honorable "Saint". Even if the financial department of this department has complaints, they have to grind the complaints and grievances into powder, swallow them obediently, and meet all the future expenses of the Saint.

Joan of Arc did not refuse the kindness of others, but she still felt embarrassed, after all, she was wasting her own reputation.

Well, the reputation of a dead person.

Since she needed to provide magic power to manifest the armor and clothing, Jeanne could only remind herself that this was necessary for her future.

As a believer in God and an ordinary girl from a farming family, Joan of Arc knew the importance of thrift.

With the shrill sound of brakes, the bus slowly stopped in front of the platform. Jeanne stared at the door, took a deep breath, and then took a firm step without hesitation and got off the bus.

The scenery in front of her suddenly opened up. Standing in the big city, Joan of Arc stared at the bustling scene in front of her in a daze.

The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and the pedestrians on the road are full of energy.

Just taking a walk in a place like this can make you feel much better.

Peace, no war, no invaders, this was a dream country that many people dreamed of in her time.

“It’s a really good era...”

The girl murmured softly, and soon she turned into one of the pedestrians, embarking on the road to her destination.

Passing by the students, watching them carrying their schoolbags, talking and laughing along the way, and heading shoulder to shoulder to their school in Xindu, Joan of Arc couldn't help but secretly admire in her heart again that this was a good era.

In this era, even ordinary farmers' children have the right and freedom to acquire knowledge.

Looking back, farmers of her era could only work in the fields, had no access to more knowledge and skills, and lacked opportunities and platforms to change their destiny.

But today's France should be as prosperous as the land under our feet, right?

Countless vehicles were speeding through the center of the road, and huge airplanes were roaring overhead. As Joan of Arc walked on the road, she diverted her attention to the scenery in front of her.

Although she had acquired relevant knowledge, these "cars" that were different from horses were still very novel to the girl.

Although they are both means of transportation, the biological shaking of a horse is different from the high-frequency, small-amplitude vibrations caused by machinery such as a car.

Joan of Arc couldn't help but recall the white horse that had galloped with her on the battlefield in the past.

It was a good horse, but unfortunately it was lost during the war.

Now it seems that he was either killed or ridden away by someone.

Thinking of this, Joan of Arc dispelled all distracting thoughts, then raised her head again, taking in the plane that was about to leave her sight.

Thanks to this knowledge in her heart, she knew what kind of transportation the plane above her head was.

However, although she could understand on an intellectual level how such a large piece of iron could fly in the air, on an emotional level she really didn't want to understand.

"Aren't the people sitting on it afraid of a plane crash?"

This thought suddenly popped up in her mind. Joan of Arc shook her head helplessly and continued walking towards her destination.

It’s a pity that it’s not night yet, otherwise she could use her spirit form to speed up her journey.

After the Heroic Spirit transforms into a spirit, the magic power consumed by itself will be greatly reduced. A journey that originally took several hours may be completed in just over ten minutes.

She could use it when there were few people around, but in the public eye, she gave up the idea of ​​using spirit form to suddenly appear in the mall.

Human technology is changing with the times, and even shopping stores have props specifically used for surveillance.

Besides, it was still daytime, so Joan felt that she'd better restrain herself.

However, thanks to a wide variety of transportation, she did not feel the journey was that difficult after experiencing the exotic customs.

Not long after, Joan arrived near the commercial street. The scene before her was like a vivid painting, showing her the prosperity and vitality of the city.

She stood quietly at the intersection, staring at the bustling crowd ahead, feeling an inexplicable excitement in her heart.

The girl raised her arms slightly, pressed them lightly against her chest, and took a deep breath, as if to cheer herself up.

It was as if I were a soldier about to step into the battlefield.

Soon, Joan of Arc calmed down. As she walked forward, she saw various shops on both sides of the road. The colorful signs and exquisite goods in the windows made her dazzled.