“—!”
Emiya Shirou’s pupils contracted sharply. The moment the demon's words fell, it had already appeared at his side.
Its claw swept down like a deadly whirlwind, aiming straig...
2025-06-07 06:26:01 +0000 UTC
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"Back to the inn—now!"
Emiya Shirou’s mind snapped to the katana he’d seen lying at the inn’s entrance.
A wooden stick wouldn’t cut it—literally. Not only was it in...
2025-06-07 06:25:57 +0000 UTC
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At this point, even if Emiya Shirou didn’t want to fight, leaving this place wasn’t an option.
He hadn’t been running in a straight line, true—but no matter how disoriented h...
2025-06-07 06:25:52 +0000 UTC
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The sudden noise startled Emiya Shirou so violently that he lost his footing and tumbled down the stairs.
“Keh keh keh… What a coward. But this age, this muscular elasticity... I...
2025-06-07 06:25:47 +0000 UTC
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This is simply the story of a so-called hero of justice.
The story of a man named Emiya Shirou.
At a certain moment, at a certain point in time, a door that should not have existed appe...
2025-06-07 06:25:43 +0000 UTC
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“Elias... did you hear a strange sound just now?”
Zoroark’s voice was low, uncertain as she turned to Elias.
She wasn’t sure if that dragon’s roar had been real or just someth...
2025-06-07 06:25:33 +0000 UTC
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What... was that just now?
Lucario stared at the scorched trench gouged into the earth—wider than his entire body—and felt a chill crawl down his spine.
Even in his
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“That fast?”
Watching Zoroark return to the tent with a pleased look on her face, Elias raised a surprised eyebrow.
After he and Cynthia had agreed to let Zoroark decide Volo’s pu...
2025-06-07 06:25:23 +0000 UTC
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Zoroark was in excellent spirits—her worldview had just taken a major step forward.
But no sooner had that thought settled than another, far more pressing question crept in.
Now t...
2025-06-07 06:25:13 +0000 UTC
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Killing Volo—would it affect Cynthia’s existence?
Elias had discussed this briefly with her.
She didn’t seem particularly bothered by the idea. Her stance was clear—if ...
2025-06-07 06:25:08 +0000 UTC
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The train rumbled into the station, clattering over the rails, bringing with it a breath of cool wind.
The doors slid open with a hiss.
And with them, a boy’s voice — low, resonant,...
2025-06-07 06:22:31 +0000 UTC
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“What are you two doing?”
Kamikawa Rie had already been suspicious of the relationship between Kitahara Takeru and Katsura Kotonoha — that’s why she’d followed them.
And what ...
2025-06-07 06:22:13 +0000 UTC
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Every Friday, students acted like cats about to go into heat — overly excited and restless.
All they had to do was get through the day, and tomorrow they could sleep in. No more dragging th...
2025-06-07 06:22:09 +0000 UTC
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Sitting in the backseat of the extended Rolls-Royce, Yozakura Hitomi cast a glance toward Katsura Kotonoha.
Kotonoha wasn’t sure if it was just in her head, but the moment Hitomi’s gaze s...
2025-06-07 06:22:04 +0000 UTC
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Click!
8:30 p.m.
With the clear sound of a lock turning, the classroom door slowly opened from the outside.
A beam of stark white light spilled into the darkness.
H...
2025-06-07 06:22:00 +0000 UTC
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Kitahara Takeru covered his ears. “Keep it down, would you? It’s not like I have Alzheimer’s.”
“Alz–what now?”
Watanabe Akari blinked those giant eyes of hers—eyes that ...
2025-06-07 06:21:55 +0000 UTC
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It wasn’t a weekend, nor was there any special event, yet the McDonald’s inside Tokyo’s Rokuten Shopping Center was unusually packed.
“He’s so good-looking.”
“Do you think...
2025-06-07 06:21:50 +0000 UTC
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The sun dipped lower toward the horizon as a flock of crows swept past the Seijō campus buildings, silhouetted against the dusk.
By the shoe lockers, Kamikawa Rie stepped up to Kitahara Take...
2025-06-07 06:21:45 +0000 UTC
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The final class of the day was PE.
If this were back in China, our chronically sick gym teacher would’ve probably called in “sick” again, and we’d be doing math or English instead.
2025-06-07 06:21:41 +0000 UTC
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“Good morning, Kitahara-kun.”
“Morning.”
“Kitahara-kun, you’re looking handsome today too!”
“Thanks.”
From the school gate to the academic building, girls ...
2025-06-07 06:21:36 +0000 UTC
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At exactly six a.m. the next morning, Kitahara Takeru woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he realized his mind was disturbingly clear.
Not like some cartoonish transformation where ...
2025-06-07 06:21:27 +0000 UTC
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“She fell asleep.”
Yozakura Hitomi yawned, one delicate hand lazily covering her soft pink lips. She looked like she’d just woken up from a nap.
“Hey, don’t just fall asleep a...
2025-06-07 06:21:22 +0000 UTC
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“Takeru, thank you for today.”
Exiting the dessert shop with Shijō Maki, Kitahara Takeru checked the time. It was already 18:22.
He hadn’t expected that their first meeting would...
2025-06-07 06:21:18 +0000 UTC
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“She doesn’t even like Tsubasa!”
“She just said yes to his confession. Doesn’t she have a single opinion of her own?”
“That shameless, shallow, frivolous girl.”...
2025-06-07 06:21:13 +0000 UTC
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The train zipped forward beneath a crisscross of power lines.
Half an hour later, Kitahara Takeru arrived in Tokyo’s Ginza district.
Following the GPS, he located today’s date spot:...
2025-06-07 06:21:09 +0000 UTC
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This morning, Asakura Rinto woke up even earlier than usual.
Before dawn had even broken, he was already wide awake, washed up, and had even taken a shower.
After blow-drying his hair, ...
2025-06-07 06:20:28 +0000 UTC
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Aside from whatever complicated background Togawa Sakiko might have, there was one more thing that bothered Asakura Rinto.
He’d noticed it the moment her résumé landed in his hands.
2025-06-07 06:20:23 +0000 UTC
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“No way!”
Togawa Sakiko shook her head emphatically, clutching both hands to her chest.
“Asakura-senpai has taught me so thoroughly—I should be the one treating you to lunch! I ...
2025-06-07 06:20:19 +0000 UTC
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To Asakura Rinto, Togawa Sakiko seemed like a model student.
She was young.
According to the résumé she handed in, she was fifteen—same age as the Yoshizawa sisters.
Which mea...
2025-06-07 06:19:57 +0000 UTC
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A fresh, quiet morning. Asakura Rinto woke up early, just like always.
Today was a rare one—there was no soft fragrance or warm body curled up in his arms.
The Yoshizawa sisters hadn...
2025-06-07 06:19:51 +0000 UTC
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