[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Trapped in the two-point and one-line life of the bedroom and the study, and Shaka Sirt was busy with work, it was hard for the two of them to be alone for a while.

"Two days." He Yamendi lightly

With a light push on the club, the white ball is sent into the hole.

"Ha, you still care about him."

He Yamendi, who ignored the man's teasing, took out the ball he had scored from the hole, put it back in its original position, and then swayed the arc on his own.After hitting four shots in a row, the white ball, which seemed to escape the fate of being sent into the hole no matter what, finally fell into the deep embrace of Mother Earth.

Sakashiert sighed lightly as he looked at her back.

"He Ya, are you still unwilling to accept him?"

After rearranging, swinging, and concentrating on playing, the woman finally had a reaction:

"It's not a question of accepting it or not, it's that I don't want to go to war at all."

He picked up the ball that was hit out of the boundary post by He Yamendi, and trotted back to the field, "But the heroic spirit has been summoned."

Catching the ball thrown to him by Shakasirt, "That's not what I thought, he just...appeared so inexplicably, I was shocked at the time, okay?"

The man with dark eyes straightened his body and looked at the woman beside him, "Speaking of which, do you know his life history?"

"It seems to be a character in Celtic mythology, but I don't understand it."

"So you who like reading books don't understand?"

"Just because you like reading books doesn't mean you also like mythology."

"Oh why?"

He Yamendi, who had been keeping his head buried, finally raised his head, with one hand on his hip, "I always feel that... it's not real enough..." However, maybe even I am not real...

Wiping the sweat from his brow, a gleam of regret flashed in Shakasirt's pale eyes.

"Lancer, he may disappear tomorrow. Counting from the time you stop the supply of magic power, it won't last more than three days."

She is silent.

"Go read his story, I know you have those books in your little library. Also, the Hoyamendi I know is not a person who just knows how to avoid blindly."

Under Shakasirt's steady voice, Heyamendi handed the cue stick to the man who stretched out his arms to her, and just stood there dumbfounded, watching the Master of the Brussels Minister clean up the venue. Looking back, I didn't speak for a long time.

***

2 Everything begins before the beginning

In the early morning of the next day, after eating something casually, Heyamendi took Diarmuid to the big lawn behind the Shenting mansion.

For this handsome man who had never seen before suddenly appeared here, everyone in the hall expressed surprise.Therefore, at the request of Heyamendi, Shakasirt introduced Diarmuid to his subordinates early in the morning - as the newly hired bodyguard of the white-haired woman.He Yamendi and Mr. Director have been close friends for many years, and everyone knows their profound friendship. It is only a matter of time before Diarmuid gets everyone's approval.

"Then, please brandish your two guns."

Under the morning sun, Heyamendi looked at Diarmuid's vigorous and vigorous body, and his eyes couldn't help being a little blurred.Sure enough, his previous life was related to a hero in Celtic mythology. Although he has a handsome face, he is essentially a member of the group of Fiona Knights known for their bravery and combat skills.When waving the spear, he looked particularly energetic.And once Diarmuid entered the state, he also became selfless.

The green grass that is brushed by the spear and flies up, the halo of sunlight refracted on the gun body, the dancing rhythm, and the moving figure belong to the domain of Diarmuid Odina!

Her blue eyes are full of his figure.Slowly, a thin sword appeared in Heyamendi's right hand, the length was about a little shorter than Diarmuid's yellow spear.The snow-white scabbard was engraved with complicated gold-edged patterns, and a white light shone slightly in the place where it was held.

She drew out her sword and walked towards Diarmuid.

The two spears collided with the rapier, making a piercing sound.With a slight twist of the wrist, the sword flickered like lightning, and the sword's light was piercingly approaching the black-haired spearman.The red rose formed an arc in the air and hit the blade of the sword.The moment the spear easily blocked the rapier's swing, a strange gust of wind suddenly blew.It can be felt that the magic power wrapped lightly on the sword body disappeared in an instant.

The owner of the sword was slightly startled, and then threw out the scabbard of his left hand, wanting to catch Diarmuid by surprise. After all, his own rapier is not enough to deal with the two guns of a man at the same time.

But the spearman's skill is too vigorous, and this sudden throw was resolved very casually by Diarmuid.The scabbard flew out in an inconceivable direction like a scream.

It was too late to mourn for the flying scabbard, He Yamendi quickly adjusted his movements, and swung his sword down again!

The sword hissed and pierced the wind like a white snake spitting out a letter.Diarmuid's golden eyes flickered, he blocked with a yellow spear, and attacked with a red spear.But suddenly, without any warning, a whirlwind blew up around Huang Qiang.

Diarmuid was a little surprised, and then immediately realized that his red spear had been stabbed out, while the sword of the woman opposite was restrained by the yellow spear!

"what?!"

Gritting his teeth, Diarmuid reversed his attack angle and at the same time lost a lot of force, which only knocked Heyamendi to the ground.

... This man is amazing!

"Master! Are you alright?!" Diarmuid was extremely nervous, his handsome face terrified.

It seemed that he was finally released from the fighting state and remembered the fact that he was still his current master.

He Yamendi sat down on the ground.Although she almost failed to defeat Diarmuid after a few moves, she didn't look sad at all, instead she smiled at the spearman half kneeling in front of her.

"Ah, it's me who overestimated myself. As expected of the chief warrior of the Fiona Knights in Celtic mythology, Diarmuid, you are very strong!"

Diarmuid, who had no joy in the face of his master's admiration, still looked at the woman in front of him anxiously.

However, he was puzzled at the same time.Why does the master, who is a magus, fight with a sword?And that strange wind just now... the wind produced when Huang Qiangwei touched the sword.

"Master, does your sword have the same effect as the 'Magic-breaking Red Rose'? Can it cut off the magic power?" Can't help but glance at the silver-white rapier again.

"No, it doesn't have any abilities in itself. When I don't give it abilities, it's just a piece of scrap metal." In other words, she can inject various abilities she possesses into the sword through magic power, Let the sword produce different effects in different situations, "I just wanted to test it out, but I can only blame its owner for his stinky sword skills."

"...No, master, your speed is very fast, but it's really unfair to you to fight me with a thin sword." Diarmuid's face blushed slightly, and his head immediately lowered a lot.

Seeing the heroic spirit's cautious look, He Yamendi couldn't help laughing, "Oh, my knight, can I trouble you to find my lost scabbard?"

Diarmuid nodded without any objection and got up.Looking at his back, and looking at the surrounding lawn that was a bit bare due to the fierce fighting, He Yamendi patted his buttocks and stood up.Ah... hope the old guy doesn't get mad at us for messing up the court.

***

Cherry trees, screens, wooden houses.

This is a wooden structure house, not yet decorated, simple and rustic, with a sense of small, exquisite and ingenious space piled up in a small area.

This is the martial arts dojo belonging to the Qingshui family.

A man with a high ponytail, wearing a black and white samurai uniform, sat on the wooden corridor, thinking.

She has been gone for ten days...

The girl in my impression has long black hair like a dark night, clear brown eyes, and a pretty face. She is the person Qing Shui Yangli wants to follow and protect all his life.

The carefree childhood, the frowning in the teenage years, and the decisive differences between the families gradually distanced the distance between the two.He was a samurai destined to inherit the dojo, but she was born into the Tohsaka family, a traditional family of magicians.

Born into a family of martial arts, Qing Shui Yang Liyuan's future path was arranged by his father before he became an adult, and his life was completely out of his control.Even meeting the girl who grew up with his childhood sweetheart is getting more and more difficult.

In order to be with her forever, he actually chose to put down his samurai sword and learn magic that was useless to him, even thinking about it he himself found it incredible.Not to mention the reprimand from his father, the disapproval of the family has never stopped, but it has never crushed his determination.

But after all, he still doesn't have the talent to be a magician.When the girl was chosen by the Holy Grail, but he could only watch the back of her leaving her hometown for Europe.

He still remembers the scene of that day——

The black-haired girl's hair was coiled up high, and on the dark kimono were peonies blooming in full bloom.

Tohsaka Ye stopped thoughtfully the moment he stepped on the pier and his clogs creaked on the floor.

The whole person seemed to be in a lost world, but this feeling disappeared in an instant.During this trip to Europe, I don’t know when I will be able to return to my homeland, or rather, I don’t know if there is any possibility of returning.

Although her talent is not outstanding, she has grown into an excellent magician through unremitting efforts. As a representative of the Tohsaka clan, she naturally has the right to participate in the Holy Grail War prior to other magicians.

When she was chosen by the Holy Grail, she received the order