The Infinite Sword System That Ravages the Dimension

Who's winning?

Ayatsuji Aase couldn't help but reveal such a question in her heart.

"----Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The Tibetan man roared and tried his best to support his body with his sword.

On his body, two sword marks were printed on his chest, one deep and one shallow, and blood was sprayed on the ground, indicating that the Tibetans were already seriously injured.

"It's amazing, it actually blocked two attacks. Although the second knife did not completely block it, it is indeed a record worth boasting about for you."

Emiya turned around and complimented.

He could see very clearly that the Tibetans only had time to block the first strike. According to the situation at the time, there was no way to block the remaining two strikes. However, due to the particularity of the weapon and his astonishing reaction speed, he still touched the first strike. Two knives.

In the face of such an opponent, Wei Gong couldn't help but praise him. Although the Yan Hui used by Wei Gong could not be compared to the original, after all, it was a Noble Phantasm-level swordsmanship. Admirable existence.

"Hey, you guy, why did you keep your hands in the end?" The Tibetan did not accept Wei Gong's kindness, but turned around and questioned Wei Gong, "Those three knives were not cut in the direction of the vital point, you bastard. Are you looking down on me?"

"Huh? Did you find it? Yes, your reaction speed can be said to be very good, and it is indeed possible to discover this."

"Don't talk about anything else, answer me, are you looking down on me? You are actually waterproof in the duel of swordsmen."

"I don't mean to look down on you. If I kill you here, there will be some trouble. Although I am not afraid of trouble, I will not make trouble myself." Wei Gong put away his weapons and walked towards the Tibetans. " And, as I said long ago, I'm not a swordsman, so don't use the rules of a swordsman to restrain me."

"So that's how it is." The Tibetan man started, ignoring the pain from the wound on his body, and stared at Wei Gong, as if he wanted to keep his appearance in his heart.

"what's your name?"

"Emiya, Emiya Shirou."

"Emiya Shirou... I remember the name."

After getting the answer, the Tibetan turned around and walked towards the door with a trembling step.

"Emiya Shirou, I remember you, and I will win it back next time. This dojo is at your disposal."

After these words were dropped, the Tibetan did not stop, and continued to walk towards the door.

"Ah, I'll wait, but I'm not a swordsman, not just a sword."

Emiya replied like this.

And just like that, the time for the swordsman-killer came to an end, probably.

Since the end of this battle, Aya Tsuji Ayase's mood has improved a lot, so that her swordsmanship has grown by leaps and bounds.

But what's interesting is that Ayatsuji Aase's next opponent is Emiya's disciple, Ikki.

The battle was very exciting, and Emiya went to see it. Although Ayatsuji Ayase was defeated in the end, her performance was recognized by the audience. Even Ikki had to admire, because although he He won, but he basically used all the Eight Secret Swords to defeat Ayatsuji Aase, which no one of his previous opponents could do.

Days passed by like this, but at this time, another good news struck again - Aya Tsuji Aase's father Kaito woke up.

Kaito, who had been in a coma for two years, miraculously woke up, the news made Ayatsuji Ayase burst into tears.

Emiya naturally also got the news, and in his heart he was sincerely happy for his students.

Originally Emiya thought that this was the end of the matter, but he never thought that it was not the end.

On this day, Emiya was studying the incantations of the gods in his office.

He wasn't afraid of being discovered by others, because he decided to just read it again and didn't read it out.

The practice of magic takes time. For someone like Emiya who is generally gifted in magic, it takes even more time to learn the incantations of the Age of Gods.

Drop, drop, drop. . .

The ringing of the phone interrupted Emiya's thoughts.

Emiya picked up the phone, which showed Ayatsuji Aase's phone number.

"Hey, Ayatsuji Ayase-san, what's the matter?"

"Is it Emiya-sensei?"

What came through the microphone was not the voice of Aya Tsuji Aase, but the voice of a hearty old man.

"Yes, I am, may I ask you?"

"I'm Ayase's father, Ayatsuji Kaito, thank you very much for taking care of the little girl."

"It's okay, that's what a teacher should do. After all, Ayatsuji Ayase is my student. You're welcome, Mr. Ayatsuji."

Emiya replied in this way, after all, for him, this kind of thing really counts as a small effort, and others are nothing, but Aya Tsuji Aase is a student she is optimistic about, and Emiya is willing to do this kind of thing.

"Even so thank you very much, do you have time on Saturday afternoon?"

"Saturday afternoon? Let me take a look..." Emiya looked at the class schedule on the table, and then replied, "Yes, there is no class on Saturday afternoon, so there is still time."

"Then please come to my house. I would like to thank you in person. Please come."

"Huh? Wait, Mr. Ayatsuji, it doesn't have to be like this."

"Ok, deal."

With the words on the other side falling, the phone was also hung up.

Emiya looked at the phone helplessly and shook his head.