Those two people - namely, the Black Rope Hell and the Public Hell, gave Miyamoto Musashi a very strange feeling.
"If it's a ghost, I've actually fought against him several times before, including when I was on that island with Ritsuka. We fought against him many times."
"There are definitely some similarities with those two people, but more...it's really a strange feeling."
Musashi said seriously while stuffing the large sushi made by Samura into his mouth.
This gesture made Zuo Cun and Muramasa sitting next to him frown all the time.
"Girl, please swallow this thing for me before you speak!"
"Either you say it after eating, or you say it before you eat it, don't say it now!"
The two voices sounded almost at the same time.
"oh......"
Musashi lowered his head and chewed several times quickly, then swallowed several pieces of sushi together, and then——
"Cough cough cough——"
"My dear Musashi, please eat slowly..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka reluctantly handed over a piece of cloth.
"Sorry, sorry... Anyway, although those two claim to be evil ghosts, they are very different from real evil ghosts."
"How should I put it... Not only Ritsuka, we also had quite a lot of communication with them, and the communication was unexpectedly smooth. By the way... we also made that kind of
, even though he thrust his hand into Ritsuka Fujimaru’s stomach, it was only a mess, and he did not touch Ritsuka’s internal organs, and there was not even a scratch.”
Listening to Musashi's words, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a pain in his abdomen.
"Ah, I'm sorry...Ritsuka, is the wound still hurting?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed his belly.
"The wound won't hurt because it has healed. It's okay."
Fujimaru Ritsuka is currently wearing a Wufu - a relatively large style of women's Wufu, and it is also in a brighter color... It should be made for sewing when she grows up.
She can no longer wear her Chaldean uniform. After all, her Chaldean uniform is not like Zuomura's clothes. Servants' clothes are essentially made of magic power. Although they can be taken off normally, if it is really
If it gets damaged, it can be put back on and repaired immediately.
Fujimaru Ritsuka's Chaldean uniform was damaged by Shuten Douji, so she couldn't wear it. If she wanted to wear it, she could only go back to Chaldea and ask Miss Lawrence or Leonardo da Vinci to repair it.
Wait, no...
Can I really be considered a spirit transferr now?
When the time comes to go back by yourself, you should be in the same state as after waking up, so by that time, there should be no problem with your clothes?
strangeness......
Fujimaru Ritsuka was very curious about what her clothes would look like after returning to Chaldea.
"Hmm...Are you trying to be brave again?"
Musashi approached Fujimaru Ritsuka, looked into Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes and said curiously.
but--
There doesn't seem to be any show of bravery.
"Are you afraid that I will worry?"
"Or... it's because those heroic swordsmen still have the two most troublesome ones left, especially since the Black Rope Hell Lady has asked them to clean them up.
No more pain?"
actually--
It’s all there.
It is impossible not to feel pain.
Especially since the other party obviously still has that bad taste, not wanting to kill you, but just wanting to make you feel more pain--that's why he behaved like this.
At least that's what Musashi thought.
"As expected of you."
Musashi sat back and said with a sigh.
Yes—it is indeed Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Even if you are faced with overwhelming odds, you will never give in and never give up.
This does not mean that Fujimaru Ritsuka definitely knows how to find a way out.
But it means that Fujimaru Ritsuka will never give up any chance of survival.
Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little helpless.
You have already said it, what else can I say?
"I'll just take this silence for a while and take it as my default. It doesn't hurt."
Musashi said with a smile, and at the same time reached out his hand to gently rub Fujimaru Ritsuka's belly.
"Both Mr. Zuocun and you, Ritsuka, are already ready to wake up."
She leaned back, looked at the ceiling, and sighed.
"So--"
"Me too."
"Although I am not a Servant and have not signed a so-called contract with you Ritsuka, but...since you are ready to awaken, then I will do the same. As long as you fight, then I will too.
Fight with you."
"Of course, if you want to escape and save your life, I will help you. No matter where you are in the world, I will always escort you even if you go to other worlds!"
"But...if it were you, Ritsuka, you would definitely not run away."
Yes.
If it were Ritsuka, he would definitely not run away.
"Um."
Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded sharply.
"I still have accounts - I haven't settled them yet."
Your Excellency Yishun.
Miss Tomoe Gozen, Miss Mochizuki Chiyo, and——
Shuten Doji and Minamoto Yorimitsu.
Whether it’s the resentment that his companions have become terrifying, or it’s Minamoto no Yorimitsu’s last entrustment, this is——
needs to be solved.
The change in Shimo must be resolved. Even when Hitachi and Sagami have been destroyed, every life must be saved as much as possible.
Therefore, all the heroic swordsmen must be eliminated, the magicians must die, and——
No matter what the disgusting dirt is, it must be stopped.
What needs to be killed. What needs to be saved.
Everything just goes as planned.
And whether it's Musashi or Samura - they will wield the blade according to their own will.
.......
The sorcerer's residence.
"——The blood competition has come to an end."
Zhengyang's voice came from Caster Limbo's mouth.
It was obvious that a colleague died tragically, and it was obvious that a companion who fought together disappeared - but there was an indescribable sense of excitement in his voice.
"Not hundreds, but thousands!"
"Hitachi, Mr. Shimo, Sagami, and more than ten thousand troops were massacred along the Arakawa River!!!"
"Remorse spreads everywhere along with resentment, giving curses and discord to everything in the world - and turning your own soul into a sacrifice!!!"
"Heroic swordsmen! It's really, really, really——————Thank you for your hard work!!!"
Both his body and voice were distorting crazily.
"The ghost who is no longer crazy, Berserker unites in hell, abandons the mother of riding, Rider black rope hell!"
"Your achievements are truly fruitful! Words like extremely stupid and appalling are used to describe you!"
Yes - yes - yes!
Shout like crazy!
This is all the fierce killing, this is the disgust with the filthy land!
Collect all the lamentations into it, and then——————