Was Mibu Wolf

The wind gradually calmed down, and the fluttering hair and sleeves returned to their respective places. His face was expressionless, and his black eyes were clear and penetrating, shining slightly.

"Compared to you, he is just a little-known swordsman, nothing special." Fang slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said in a gentle tone.

The light onion haori used by the Shinsengumi is the color of the formal dress worn by the samurai during seppuku. It contains the Shinsengumi's insistence on loyalty, and it is a color full of romanticism.Although the color was too conspicuous, it was basically changed to a dark color such as black, but when it comes to Shinsengumi, everyone thinks of the light onion color.

In terms of deterrent effect, the bright light onion-colored haori has the upper hand visually, and from an aesthetic point of view, the swordsman with fluttering sleeves is really handsome enough.

Although the heroic spirits are all outstanding people born from different eras, when they are summoned by the Holy Grail, knowledge related to modern times will be automatically stuffed into their minds. They know who Okita Souji is, and they will never despise anyone an opponent.

Arturia looked at him. As a warrior, she was also a master of swords. It was easy to see that this young man was definitely not an idler. She is very fond of.

"Your sword doesn't say that, you must be an excellent fighter." Artoria said what she thought of directly, and she said sincerely.

"...Oh, you have won the prize." She saw that the boy opposite her opened her eyes wide in surprise, raised her hand to half cover her mouth and turned her face away. Even in the dark night, the people present were not ordinary people, and everyone knew that I saw the blush on the boy's face.

The shy expression of the already good-looking boy is really touching. The indifferent expression when he first appeared on the stage is in stark contrast to the present.

This party was suddenly praised so bluntly and sincerely. He was subconsciously shy as he was still a reserved traditional Japanese at heart.

Realizing that his noble and glamorous persona seems to have collapsed, this party tried to make amends, "A lot of people gathered here today, is this a ceremony to be performed before the Holy Grail War?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he knew that he was going to say goodbye to the character set.

"Well, you can say that." Iskandar raised his hand and stroked his beard, and counted the heads, himself, Saber with the holy sword, Lancer with two guns, Archer standing on the street lamp, Assassin who was killed, and this unknown servant in front of him, it can be considered that he is not a berserker, so Caster is the only option.

"Now Berserker is the only thing left. It's okay to regard this gathering as a carnival before the war. Of course, if you are willing to directly join my camp of the King of Conquerors, I definitely welcome you." Iskandar laughed heartily, His voice seemed to be heard throughout Fuyuki City.

"I reject."

"I also refuse."

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

"Ah."

Rider, who was ruthlessly rejected by everyone, was not angry, and still smiled happily. His master, Weber, covered his face weakly, feeling a little ashamed.Suddenly, Rider's hand on his shoulders tightened a bit, and Weber raised his head vigilantly. In the open space not far away, there was an inexplicable fluctuation of magic power.

The black ripples exuded an ominous aura, and everyone present was on alert, and the few people with the Master behind them blocked the Master behind them. Gilgamesh was a little impatient, but he seemed to be reluctant to stay here.

Probably because they mentioned Berserker behind their backs, when this magic circle appeared, the magic power filled with the chaotic and violent atmosphere of berserkers flooded the entire area.

As in their common sense, Berserkers are irrational.The tall man was covered in black mist. From the silhouette, he could barely see that he was wearing a haori and armor on his head. His face was faintly visible, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

The man exhaled lightly, which was unusually clear in the silent night.With two vibrating knives hanging on his waist, he looked around the territory here dignifiedly and with his eyes.Just for watching, it puts a lot of pressure on people. Even if they are far away, they seem to be able to smell the looming smell of blood on his body.

"..."

Berserker seemed unable to speak, his eyes stayed on Saber whose left hand was injured, she had just injured her finger in the battle with Lancer, because of Lancer's special weapon, the wound could not heal, and even dripped from time to time Bleeding.

Sensing that she was being targeted, Saber turned slightly sideways, completely blocked Irisviel behind her, endured the pain passed from her hands, held the holy sword in her hands with both hands, and made a protective movement with firm eyes.

Berserker was not polite to her, he pulled out the longer vibrating knife, and attacked quickly.

But someone was one step faster than Saber, and she swung a knife one step ahead to confront Berserker, and the cold weapons collided fiercely and made some harsh sounds.

From the eyes of human beings, they can only see two rays of light converging and intertwining together, only the sound of clashing weapons that never stops, proving that a battle is taking place in front of them.

From an inhuman point of view, they can see even more. The boy who claimed to be an "ordinary swordsman" used gorgeous sword skills beyond the absolute level. The boy who caused some pressure on everyone Under his offensive, Berserker even lost the wind.

Although they knew that the young man should be a strong man, they really didn't expect him to be so ruthless in fighting. Lancer's palm unconsciously rubbed against his waist, he hadn't enjoyed the battle with Saber just now, and seeing such a strong man again made him feel very excited.

That Berserker seemed to be too strong on the outside, so powerful, that the knife in his hand was thrown away by the young man's swift attack.Subconsciously, he wanted to pull out Wakizashi as a backup, but he seemed to have given up on this move for some reason, and stood where he was without any resistance.

When the sword of the Shinsengumi haori boy was about to pierce through his body, he turned his wrist, showing a very gentle smile, and instead of the weapon in his hand, he came into contact with Berserker.

Lancer watched in astonishment as the boy put his arms around Berserker's waist, and the supposedly irrational berserker gently hugged the boy in his arms.The frantic and restless atmosphere on his body suddenly calmed down, and the invisible parts of his body that seemed to be soaked in fog gradually became clear. In everyone's eyes, it seemed that the pixel mosaic had risen to the exquisite picture quality of 1080+.

Everyone involuntarily looked at Fujimaru with the same dazed expression. The situation on his side was even more strange. The little friend who had always claimed that he was not in good health and didn't like to fight on the field, but was only in the back row, took the initiative to fight with him today. Fighting with someone, and finally hugged that person.

The last person who was treated like this was Mr. Souji Okita of Taga. Even if he wanted to have a long-lost reunion hug with this party, he was rejected by the other party with a look of disgust.

Fujimaru had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly remembered that this party asked him to tell him about meeting Mr. Hijikata.As a member of Chaldea, at least half of a researcher, Fujimaru made a bold assumption, "Mr. Hijikata?"

Hearing his words, the man took off the armor on his head and smiled at Fujimaru.

Fujimaru covered his chest, and asked a question that many people have had before: Is the selection of the Shinsengumi based on their appearance?

In modern times, this party was known as the beautiful boy of the nation, and his face and powder alone could circle the earth twice.Mr. Hijikata is also a rare handsome man in the world, completely different from this one, a handsome man full of the charm of a mature man.

The servants at the scene understood the relationship between the two when they heard the name. They had the knowledge of the Holy Grail, and they knew more than their foreign masters.

"They can actually wake up the berserk Berserker, their friendship is really touching." Lancer said with emotion, his eyes full of yearning and envy for their friendship.

Although Saber was also very moved, but she was once a king, so she inevitably thought more: Berserker looks like this, what does his Master think?

What does the Master of Berserker think?He was about to vomit blood, but not only did Berserker forcefully cut off contact with him, he couldn't just use the Command Seal for such a trivial matter, right?

Kariya's heart was bitter, Kariya couldn't tell.With such a broken body, he went out to fight head-to-head, and it was all about delivering food to people. He could only endure it. Berserker became rational, which was actually a good thing for him.

"Now we're all here, what a coincidence." Rider laughed heartily. He has a bright personality and likes to hear about such things.

"It's all set? Where's Caster?" This party heard his words, because they were in a good mood today, and planned to give them a piece of information very generously, "Caster isn't here, right?"

"Aren't you Caster?" Weber asked in surprise, he suddenly realized and asked sharply, "Is Assassin not dead?"

"It's true that she's not dead, but I..." Fang smiled and shook his head, before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a more arrogant voice.

"He's not an ordinary class." The boy's voice suddenly came in. Everyone followed the voice and looked over. Standing at a place higher than the streetlights, there was a boy-like person standing there. His identity He must also be a Heroic Spirit, but in this Holy Grail War, he is the ninth Servant who appeared.

The boy was wearing a black military uniform with a red cloak behind him, and a military cap with a strange shape. He kindly reminded, "Ruler, does Ruler know? You should have relevant knowledge, right?"

This again involves a range of knowledge that the masters present are not familiar with. This Holy Grail War has all the questions that are not in the syllabus. Compared with one person, it seems particularly disgusting.

Suddenly, a shivering Fujimaru didn't know what he did wrong again, but looking at the guy on the stage who was obviously the culprit, he didn't care about anything else, and shouted at him, "Master Nobunaga, don't do it again!" What a mess!"

"Hmm." After being called out by name, Oda Nobunaga was finally willing to show his face for them to see, and the seemingly immature overlord of the world responded, "I'm not messing around, don't you think I still Has that guy been found?"

Nobunaga pointed to Mr. Hijikata, who had changed his job to Berserker, and seemed a little angry, "I have put in a lot of effort!"

"You like it so much, why don't you come to be Berserker." Mr. Hijikata retorted. He was forcibly pushed into the Berserker's spirit base. Under this influence, the feeling of lack of sanity was really uncomfortable.

"I don't want it." Nobunaga crossed his arms and turned his head angrily, "I snatched it and it's mine, and Berserker and Ruler are not worthy at all."

"What does this have to do with being compatible? In the end, I am the only one standing by his side." Mr. Hijikata refused to lose the wind in this regard. The level of proficiency between the two of them quarreling makes one suspect that it has already happened when they were in the Seat of Heroes. Many times.

"The appearance of Ruler often means that there are uncontrollable factors in the Holy Grail War, so Ruler is needed to conduct a trial." Gilgamesh interrupted their farce. He was willing to temporarily obey Tosaka Tokiomi's arrangement because he He regards the Holy Grail as his own, and now that there is a problem with his own things, of course he has to question it.

"What's wrong with the Holy Grail War?" followed by Saber who was also pursuing the Holy Grail. She still wanted to rely on the Holy Grail War to realize her wish. The problem with the Holy Grail was undoubtedly a blow to her.

"Then who are you? With all seven participants gathered together, even if you add the adjudicator, you are redundant... and it is also strange that the adjudicator itself has a master." Rider calmly analyzed, his His eyes swept over these people one by one.

"Hahahahahaha! You actually asked! Not bad, really good." Oda Nobunaga suddenly laughed, looking down at these guys, he said happily, "I am the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, Oda Nobunaga. The current state is relatively young, and he is the Master Ji of the Owari period that you prefer."

"Since there is Ruler, of course I am the Avenger (Avenger) who opposes him. Like this guy, my master is also this young man who looks too weak. But don't get me wrong, I am definitely not the same as them. dude."

"The biggest problem in the Holy Grail War is of course my existence, because the Holy Grail is destined to belong to me... Do you want to know what I will use the Holy Grail for?" Oda Nobunaga said to himself, completely No matter if no one seems to want to know about it, "Bomb! That's right, it's Bomb! The Holy Grail is useless except for Bomb! I must have the strongest ammunition, hahahahahaha!"

Although he spoke like a joke, no one would take what he said as an ordinary joke.This person speaks dangerous things, yet behaves like a comedian, and at the same time exudes an aura of "I'm dangerous". How can there be such a contradictory person in this world.

"Master Ji!" Fang finally couldn't bear it anymore, and called the man's name, "Too childish!"

"?" Oda Nobunaga at the top slowly put out a question mark, and asked in disbelief, "Who are you calling childish?"

"Whoever promises me will say so." Fang turned his head away, not looking at him.

Fujimaru was in a daze for a moment, as if he had turned into two other figures pecking at each other in front of him.It seems that Mr. Okita's complaint about Oda Nobunaga has become the latest trend?

"You clearly called me by my name before! Tell me clearly, or I'll print out a photo of your women's clothing as a flyer and distribute it everywhere!" Oda Nobunaga jumped angrily, threatening him.

click.

Did you hear it? It was the sound of Bo Ye's string of reason breaking.