Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

"Hey, the mute doesn't speak."

At Tokyo Tower, the 150-meter observation deck, the atmosphere between the three people confronting each other was tense, but the girl who was not nervous still maintained her usual demeanor of talking about the train.

She stopped climbing the stairs outside because the exploration team had just completed the survey of the elevator box and determined that there were no explosives or electronic control equipment, so it was risk-free.

Moreover, the fierce ghost dragon kings are right in front of us. Going up the stairs now is not waiting to be flanked from both sides.

At this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka put his hands on his elbows and performed warm-up stretching movements, looked at Kazama Ruri and said lightly.

"Either start fighting, or if you don't want to fight, get out of the way. There is a dessert station in Tokyo Tower. Our Sheqi Hachi family has a great business, and we, the Sheqi Hachi family, don't care about these petty profits. Although you are a mortal enemy, but You will still be entitled to eat an Italian cone before you die."

Inside the observation deck, Fujimaru Ritsuka waved his hand and said solemnly.

"You, Fujimaru-sama, are going down to make Italian handmade ice cream for you later. Now, please step aside obediently. When I come back after cutting off the head of the general, the ice cream will not even melt!"

Yabuki Sakura: "."

Kazama Liuli: "."

Bad words came one after another, but Fengjian Liuli remained indifferent.

He is suspected to be Minamoto's younger brother, but there is no doubt that he is smarter than Minamoto. He clearly knows how to communicate with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

——The answer is to ignore all her bad words and just say what you want to say.

"I won't stop you if you want to go there, but I said, everyone who has nothing to do with you is asked to leave. After all, didn't the king's invitation say so?" Kazama Liuli said with a smile while holding a knife.

"——Of course, since you are coming, please don't let some low-minded people touch that noble throne. I remember this is that guy's origin——!"

Before Kazama Ruri finished speaking, the hairs all over her body suddenly stood up. Her heart tightened, and she instinctively moved her lower body with force, hiding a few inches sideways.

And almost at the same time, a blurry black shadow passed by his ear. Several millimeters of cracks were wiped out from the outer circle of the auricle by the edge of the black shadow. A small cluster of blood spattered out, and the eardrum was suddenly damaged. The loud impact made the brain tremble.

When I looked up, I realized that there was something missing from the observation deck opposite.

The entire observation tower of Tokyo Tower is of course made of transparent glass, divided by a fairly thick iron frame, making the entire appearance less monotonous.

The girl just removed a piece of the iron frame with her bare hands and threw it towards her.

After Kazama Liuli understood, he looked behind him again. The thrown iron block had merged with the iron frame behind him with a loud noise, as if he had saved the cost of welding.

Godzilla? You... this scene is really familiar.

Also, it seems that I still haven’t mastered the trick of talking to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Kazama Ruri turned around mechanically, and when she saw Fujimaru Ritsuka's empty eyes, her smile became increasingly difficult to maintain.

"Excuse me -"

"If you say something bad about Miss Sakura again, you won't miss it on purpose next time." There was a rare lack of warmth in the girl's voice, as cold as sesame dumplings that had been forgotten in the freezer section for too long. .

This is what Kazama Ruri thinks about this.

"You didn't miss the mark at all."

If I hadn't avoided it, my brain would have blossomed.

The man couldn't help complaining, sighed rudely as if he couldn't keep his character, and changed his words.

"Okay, okay, I made a mistake, so the news I got here is that only you or Yuan Zhisheng are allowed to pass. If you plan to not abide by the rules of the game-"

The blade was unsheathed, and the cherry-red long sword was like a clear stream of light. Just when the blade was exposed from the sheath, it seemed as if wind was intertwined on it, making a clear cry.

"Actually, I don't really mind a fight."

Kazama Ruri's eyes were as magnificent as a kaleidoscope. There were times when she had the calm elegance of having everything under control, and there were times when she was speechless, irritated, and didn't know what to say when Fujimaru Ritsuka ruined her plan.

But there is only no fear.

He never felt that he would lose in a fight.

On this point, Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to think so too. She covered her mouth with her hands rather artificially, laughed three times and said sarcastically.

"Hey~ Sure enough, a prodigal dog who has lost once is tough when talking~"

"Relying on unfair means to sneak attack makes you very confident?"

The two of them looked at each other, with a chilling glare in each other's eyes. They were as calm as the lake, but they seemed to be able to peer through the clear water to the depths of the lake, where there was a dark and ferocious dragon. Roaring wantonly.

Even the usually approachable Fujimaru Ritsuka only reveals the characteristics of a super hybrid at this time.

That is absolute pride in oneself.

It is the effect of the extremely noble dragon blood in the body. At their level, fear and lack of confidence are no longer reflected in the psychological level.

Dragons are inherently ferocious and violent, regardless of the opponent's strength. A violent dragon will only want to rush forward and tear off a bloody piece of the enemy's body with its sharp teeth.

For super hybrids like the two of them, unless the Dragon King arrives in person, they will probably never experience fear in this life.

"Who would let Miss Sakura stay in a place like this? Miss Sakura and I will go to the top floor, and you stay here for a fixed price." Fujimaru Ritsuka put his hand into his trouser pocket, seeming to be groping for something.

In fact, this is indeed the case. The trouser pocket contains very important props for this mission.

"You go up by yourself and she stays here. There is no room for bargaining."

The two refused to give in to each other, and Fengjian Liuli was extremely upset.

He has obviously reached a certain degree of cooperation with Fujimaru Ritsuka, but they are by no means partners.

Even though both of them wanted to let the king die, they could not openly cooperate with each other, and it was not even considered cooperation. Moreover, the obvious difference in their bargaining chips made Ritsuka Fujimaru absolutely unable and unable to trust him.

In order for Kazama Ruri to kill the general, he didn't care whether anyone else, including himself, would be in danger at this moment. The previous Sakurai Kogure was the best example.

Even if it was a woman he had a crush on, he would abandon her without hesitation, let alone Yabuki Sakura, whom he didn't even know.

It was the same at this moment. Kazama Liuli was not optimistic about the eight Sheqi families' encirclement and suppression of the king general.

In other words, he simply didn't care about the threat to the general from any force other than himself and Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Can't do it (wags hands)

The trash cans of the Sheqi Ba family are one level better than the soft-footed shrimps from the European hybrids on the other side of the ocean, but they have changed from non-burnable garbage to recyclable garbage, and there is still a big gap between them and the King General. .

Therefore, for this operation, Kazama Ruri's plan was to cooperate with the king, and then consider whether there was a chance to join forces with Fujimaru Ritsuka to kill him.

For this reason, he would not even blink an eye whether the king asked him to kill the elite troops of the Sheqi Hachi Family or to betray Sakurai Kogure.

Fujimaru Ritsuka is different. She is unwilling to let go of anything in order to achieve her goal of killing the king.

only

A "weak" guy.

"If you don't arrive at the special observation deck on time at 12 o'clock, I can't guarantee what the king will do. You have to stay here for such a boring thing." Kazama Ruri said.

"Hey~~Are you threatening me?" Fujimaru Ritsuka narrowed his eyes and said softly with a smile on his lips.

She is indeed not the kind of person who can move forward at the expense of her friends.

Or rather

She no longer wanted to do that.

——The so-called victory requires sacrifice.

The protagonist cannot sacrifice himself, so he can only sacrifice others.

So, how do you sacrifice others without feeling guilty?

Answer: The choice of sacrifice is not made by the protagonist, but by the victim himself.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was once just a "camera" who watched his partners, mentors, schoolmates, and comrades sacrifice themselves. He could not order them to do it, nor could he stop them from doing it.

Anyone can do such simple things as burning life.

Self-sacrifice and such, Fujimaru Ritsuka is so good at simple things like that, and is so willing to do so.

But once she was just a mortal, and even burning herself would have no effect.

She is just a witness.

That's why she made up her mind.

The girl's heart rate began to rise, and the hot blood surging in her body filled her body, adjusting her body to its optimal state. The girl's eyes began to lose focus, and her body also "relaxed".

"Since you must stop me——"

From 0 to 1, the explosion is ready to go in an instant.

"Then I'll kill you in a few minutes."

The tensed spirits of both sides have reached the critical point, and at the moment when the swords and halberds are about to collide——

"Titsuka."

The girl's wrist was gently grasped, and a bit of coldness extinguished the burning fire in her heart. Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up in surprise, but could only see Yabuki Sakura's beautiful eyes. Just like when they first met, his clear pupils seemed to contain the round and prosperous sky.

But unlike the first meeting, the two of them no longer had the caution between strangers, but a kind of passionate emotion that Fujimaru Ritsuka was very familiar with.

"you go first."

The words echoed countless times in the memories came.

Once again, the girl faced a choice.

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The following are the words of the author:

ps: Today’s second chapter will be posted a little later, probably around 11 o’clock, and then I will post the next day’s chapter just after 12 o’clock. You see, isn’t it possible that I will post three or four chapters in one day? Feeling it? Isn't this an explosive update?

ps2: Why did my grades suddenly plummet? Oh, what did I do? I haven’t even started the plot yet.

ps3: About the plot and characters:

I don't think Fujimaru-san is perfect, nor do I intend to write a perfect protagonist. I'm not a die-hard fan of the Dragon Clan or a sophisticated one, nor am I a fan of the Dragon Clan. I just like the various characters of the Dragon Clan and Fujimaru Ritsuka. (I haven’t read all the plots of fgo, and I skipped some chapters while playing the game)

My ideal Fujimaru is not a chaotic evil, but a strong but ordinary girl.

She is a person who will not hesitate to make a choice in the short moment of human life and death, and will not hesitate to make sacrifices in times of crisis. She will smile at everyone who looks at her, and everyone will feel that she is the whole world. A necessary savior.

But she would hide in her room alone and cry, secretly feeling sad, blaming herself for the doctors and other friends who had passed away, and falling into a negative mentality.

The highlight of Fujimaru Ritsuka as a human being is to move forward even if she is burdened with these things, but as a human being, she is not perfect, so this is also her shortcoming.

As mentioned above, in order to blur this point, the work deliberately makes all the decisions to abandon the companions made by people other than Fujimaru Ritsuka, doctors, Matthew, and any heroic spirits who sacrificed at the singularity.

Even if Fujimaru Ritsuka made the choice to cut off her partner, it was because she was weak at the time and there was no use staying, so everything seemed reasonable.

If the heroic spirit voluntarily sacrifices itself, the protagonist will be innocent. This is a privilege she has obtained through her own charm.

But I couldn't help but think, what if Fujimaru Ritsuka had strength?

If she stayed, her partners would be able to survive for the time being, but the world's crisis was still waiting for her to solve it. If this was not solved, she and her partners would only have a short-term peace.

A savior with severe PTSD and psychological trauma, will she choose short-term stability and inner peace in order to "atone", or will she choose to "abandon her partners" and continue to force her mortal heart to save the world?

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