“You really didn’t have to accept her, Song.”
“It’s not like I had much choice. Anyway, I already agreed, and she said she'd wait for me at school. Can’t we just worry about it later, Cafe-neesan?”
Manhattan Cafe glanced helplessly at Gotham Song beside her, letting out a gentle sigh.
Well, since it had already been agreed upon, there wasn’t much more to discuss. Besides, that Gentildonna-san certainly seemed much more normal than Mejiro Ramonu.
“Song...
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The two descended the stairs together. Truthfully, Gotham Song felt her foot wasn’t actually that big of a deal.
After all, she'd dealt with far worse in the past—never mind blisters; she’d once ripped open wounds with her bare nails without hesitation.
Not with needles—with her own fingernails!
Surely that kind of pain had been far worse than this? Yet whenever she'd insisted previously that it wasn't serious, everyone around her had sternly rejected her claims.
...
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The moment Sunday Silence disappeared before Gotham Song’s eyes, the entire dream seemed to collapse into fragments.
As she slowly opened her eyes, the dark-haired Uma Musume once again took in the world around her.
Though it felt as if she’d been napping for ages, not much actual time seemed to have passed. Gotham Song could clearly see the golden sunlight filtering gently through the curtains, and also—
—the figure sitting motionlessly at her bedside.
Actuall...
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“You’re saying... the thing attached to McQueen, something related to me, has now reconnected with me?”
Gotham Song found it rather difficult to imagine. Honestly, she had always thought the world of Uma Musume didn’t have many supernatural elements aside from the Three Goddesses.
Until she’d encountered Neo Universe and Sunday Silence, that is. Hmm, how to put it…?
Actually, by the time she learned about "Phantom Ruka," she was hardly surprised. Compared to ghos...
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And so… just how exactly had things come to this?
Gotham Song couldn’t make heads or tails of it. She lay sprawled on Daiichi Ruby's enormous bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, her thoughts tangled in bewilderment.
Just yesterday, in the student council room at Japan Central Tracen Academy, an incident occurred—one which probably hadn’t made waves around the world, but nonetheless was extremely serious.
Well, extremely serious for Gotham Song, at least.
And h...
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Human.
A dreadful silence, like the deceptive tranquility of a sea awaiting a tempest, hung over the room. Beneath that calm surface, anger vast enough to shatter the heavens brewed silently.
Jalter’s words had gone far beyond mere provocation; they were an unmistakable act of contempt.
A human—daring to disdain gods?
Every major mythology in the world had gathered here, their representatives assembled at this very table. Yet the one openly scorning them n...
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“Besides, that robe of yours seems quite a bit thicker than usual. Normally, you'd proudly show off your skeletal frame, wouldn't you? Is it because winter is approaching? Dressing warmly is good. I heard it’s especially cold where you’re from—it wouldn’t do for you to catch a cold.”
Hearing Jalter speak these words with feigned concern, Azazel, seated beside her, nearly lost his composure.
Catch a cold...? Seriously? Since when did a chief god catch a cold—...
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To better counter the Khaos Brigade, Azazel had maintained regular communication with the various factions. So, when Jalter expressed her desire to meet with the leaders of these factions, Azazel quickly relayed the message.
Naturally, Azazel didn’t possess the influence to gather all the mythological leaders into one room. Just as Sirzechs was a junior to him, Azazel himself was considered a junior among the supreme deities of various pantheons.
However, once these gods discove...
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Georg, Jeanne, and Siegfried hadn't been killed by Jalter; instead, they were taken prisoner and handed over to Azazel.
Although they had long fought against the Khaos Brigade, they still knew precious little about the organization's internal structure—its powerful members, factions, or even overall hierarchy.
Azazel intended to extract precisely this information from Georg and the others.
“Speaking of which, what happened to Pluto?” Azazel lifted his gaze toward Jalte...
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After all the dust had settled, Jalter and the others left the pocket dimension, returning to the Occult Research Club's activity room.
As soon as they stepped out, they saw Azazel leisurely sipping black tea on the sofa, utterly unconcerned.
With Jalter and Ophis around, there was absolutely no risk to their lives, so there was no need to worry—this was Azazel's excuse. But since he was a bit too slow in offering it, he ended up taking a punch from Jalter anyway.
Now, Aza...
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Ziusudra—
Hearing that name, Rovi was genuinely surprised.
This was the immortal who’d survived the legendary Great Flood of Mesopotamian mythology, who had lived since then secluded in Kur—the Netherworld. Even in the Epic of Gilgamesh Rovi remembered from his past life, it was Ziusudra who, in Gilgamesh's final years, had revealed the existence of the herb of immortality, setting the king on his desperate quest for eternal life.
Yet, from Ziusudra...
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During this period, Rovi rarely left his home.
Yet he knew that although the scenery of Uruk remained unchanged, many other things had subtly shifted.
Since that fateful day when Gilgamesh, Rovi, and Enkidu made their decision within that modest room and began taking concrete steps, the outcome of their discussions inevitably shaped Uruk’s future direction.
Those who lived in Uruk could sense the shift most clearly.
Each morning, as people began their daily tasks, st...
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To Ziusudra, the hermit of the Netherworld who had survived the ancient cataclysmic flood and gained immortality, meeting Rovi—the one untouched by fate—was an exceedingly important matter.
Not because Rovi had opened the fissure in Kur, allowing Ziusudra to step forth once more.
Rather, because Ziusudra knew that a catastrophe comparable to the devastating flood of old would soon sweep across these lands once again.
And Rovi was pivotal in all this.
He had every r...
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“Though it’s just the ramblings of a stray mongrel, this king shall reluctantly acknowledge your idea!”
Gilgamesh paused for just a brief moment after Rovi had spoken, quickly rendering his verdict.
His words sounded harsh.
Yet his expression clearly revealed excitement.
He seemed practically eager to start.
Truthfully, Rovi’s plan resonated deeply with the Hero King's mindset—merely overcoming challenges had never been enough to satisfy Gilgamesh.
<...
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Ishtar left the room in stunned silence.
She had never expected—
Even when facing the gods' merciless display of power, whether it was Gilgamesh, Rovi, or even that divine-made clay doll, none of them showed even a hint of fear.
Weren't they afraid?
Admittedly, they'd always been recklessly audacious—but now, it was different.
The two mightiest "Beasts" of the Mesopotamian plains—the divine beast, the Bull of Heaven, and the monstrous Humbaba—represented ...
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The story of Kamen Rider Drive began with a global [Heavy Acceleration] event that engulfed the entire world.
That night, the entire Earth was shrouded by [Heavy Acceleration], a phenomenon later remembered as the [Global Freeze].
Yet, that had merely been ordinary [Heavy Acceleration], slowing down people's movements without freezing them entirely.
Later, the evolved Roidmudes could perform [Super-H...
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Amidst roaring flames, the imposing figure that had left such a profound impression on Sora once again appeared before him.
How could he forget? It was at Nokiribi’s hands that he had experienced his first-ever forced de-transformation.
What does "forced de-transformation" mean? It meant getting thoroughly defeated!
And not only had he been beaten down, but he'd even ended up unconscious afterward.
How could such a humiliating experience fade from memory?
W...
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When she opened her eyes, through the glass of the culture pod, she saw several figures nearby, each remarkably similar to herself.
Familiar faces, familiar hair… Though she did not know their names…
She could inexplicably pick out the subtle differences among them.
A strange, powerful feeling welled up in her chest: I must protect them.
And so, she learned everything she could.
Tactical deployments, resource management, personnel organization…
...
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"So that's how you resolved it?"
Yunqing frowned as she stared at the massive fireball below, completely enveloping Sora.
Even without confirmation, she already knew Sora was unharmed.
She could clearly see how each laser beam and missile had instead struck the Fyrefly Suits caught by those strange tendrils.
In other words, although the explosion below appeared catastrophic, Sora hadn't sustained even the slightest damage.
Those unexpected golden tendrils had com...
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“Is this… even winnable?”
Xiyi stared at the scene unfolding before her eyes and unconsciously voiced her doubts aloud.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Sora. After all, the memory of Sora single-handedly rescuing her from Squad Two’s encirclement was still vivid.
But this time, things were different.
Back then, she’d been nearby, clearly demonstrating her relationship with Sora.
No matter how ruthless Chenyu could be, he would still hold back out of...
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“That Master’s Saber may not belong to the Red faction after all.”
Fiore shared her insight with Darnic.
“What makes you say that?”
“I asked Archer about it. When he was summoned, the Holy Grail explicitly informed him that he belonged to the Black faction. Similarly, Servants summoned for the Red side should receive identical information.”
“What difference does it make? Even if he immediately knew he was from the Red faction, being surrounded by our Se...
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Romania was a small nation located in southeastern Europe, at the northeastern edge of the Balkan Peninsula.
It shared borders with Ukraine and Moldova to the north and northeast, Bulgaria to the south, Serbia and Hungary to the southwest and northwest, respectively, and faced the Black Sea to the southeast. Its capital, Bucharest, was quite famous in Southern Europe.
Vlad III, huh?
Shirou Emiya flipped through the book in his hands, gradually understanding the true...
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Shirou turned towards the voice, noticing a figure dressed extravagantly, a longsword hanging at her waist.
It was the adorable, girl-like Servant—Astolfo—who had previously announced his true name. He waved enthusiastically as he jogged over.
"I just heard from my Master that you survived an attack from Lancer, even though you're just human!"
Astolfo's eyes sparkled like he'd just discovered some precious treasure, staring unblinkingly at Shirou Emiya.
"Um…do yo...
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"As that legendary king, there's no way his attributes should be this low."
Upon hearing Arthur’s declaration, all the Masters present immediately turned to scrutinize him.
Class: Saber
Alignment: Lawful Good
Parameters—
Strength: B
Endurance: C
Agility: C
Mana: B
Luck: B
Noble Phantasm: C
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Once all the Heroic Spirits had been summoned, everyone temporarily withheld their introductions.
At the gesture of the white-haired man, they stepped aside. Darnic then turned, pointing his palm toward the corner where Shirou Emiya stood.
Those gathered on the side watched the white-haired, one-armed youth with curiosity.
They had long heard that Darnic had picked up a Master from the Red Faction, but due to the severity of his injuries, none had met him before.
Natur...
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Because they wanted to kill me, I killed them first.
Shirou had no reason to refute that logic. After all, hadn't he himself taken hundreds of lives on the battlefield just to survive?
Even now, Shirou felt profound guilt about those lives he had taken.
He couldn’t reasonably demand that someone else accept being attacked without fighting back.
He doubted even he could do such a thing.
Even if the fight had been a one-sided slaughter by Darnic, hadn't ...
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“Even you can’t transfer the Command Spells from his hand, teacher?”
In a small workshop, a young boy with short orange hair looked attentively toward a masked man beside him, wearing a striped ceremonial robe with feet resembling iron nails.
This was the man Darnic had called "Avicebron."
He was an eleventh-century poet and philosopher who established the magic foundation known as Kabbalah, leaving an indelible impact on the world of magecraft. Despite his negligible ...
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"This is my praise to you. In this era, it is fortunate indeed for a hero like you to appear."
With just a glance, the white-haired man instantly recognized that the pale-haired youth before him would undoubtedly become a hero in the future.
Whether it was Shirou's swift evasion or the fact that, even when struck, he'd managed to avoid fatal injury at the last possible instant—
Though he hadn’t used his full strength, he certainly hadn’t held back either. The mere fact...
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Clang—!
Shirou swiftly spun his body, deflecting the surrounding blades, then dropped into a half-crouch and vanished from sight in an instant.
The attackers turned blank yet seemingly anxious gazes around the area, desperately trying to locate Shirou's figure.
Thud—!
A sharp impact resounded behind one of them.
In fluid, practiced motions, Shirou darted gracefully among the attackers with his reverse-blade katana, slicing through their form...
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“Someone’s calling for help!”
In the otherwise silent forest, Shirou immediately heard faint cries for help coming from afar and quickly shifted his course.
He didn’t need any special reason—someone needed help, and so he went. That was all there was to it.
Shirou sprinted through the dense woods, making no attempt to conceal his presence as he dashed toward the sound at top speed.
Yet, ahead of Shirou, the air abruptly grew tense.
Thump…
...
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