Shirou Emiya doesn't want to work overtime

Although he didn't reach the level of being able to teach Toudou Daohua anything, he still exchanged some experiences on swordsmanship.

Presumably, Toudou Daohua, who has learned the breathing of thunder, should be even stronger.

As for the other members of the student council, they didn't learn the breathing method so quickly.

The threshold of the breathing method is very low, but not everyone can master it in such a short time.

As sword cutters, their physical fitness is very strong, and it won't take long for them to master it.

"What is that?"

Walking on the road, Shirou Emiya saw several young men in strange clothes in front of him, walking and swaying their bodies towards the path on the side.

All of them were wearing red school uniforms, and their eyes were full of arrogance.

Just from their temperament, it can be seen that these people may have very bad personalities.

If you want to know why, all the bad guys that Shirou Emiya dealt with in Fuyuki City have this temperament.

And those young people also have this temperament.

They gathered around a man with orange hair and eyes, and walked towards the depths of the trail with laughter.

It was already dusk, and the whole forest was a little dim. Going there at this time.

It didn't look like they were going to do anything good.

"Although I don't know what they are going to do, it's better to go and take a look."

Bad people usually bring misfortune and misery to others.

Although Shirou Emiya didn't know what they were going to do, since he saw it, he couldn't just ignore it.

At least, at least he had to confirm what these bad people were going to do in the deep forest.

And the school uniforms of Pojun Academy were not such bright red, I'm afraid they were from other academies.

With this in mind, a set of armor covered Shirou Emiya's body, and he gradually disappeared in the air and merged into the whole background.

The evil spirit possessed the ability to be invisible.

Although there were not many opportunities to use it, the ability to be invisible for tracking such things was still very good.

In addition, Shirou Emiya's extreme eyes, he didn't even need to follow those bad boys, and could directly observe them from a distance.

"Is that the dojo?"

When these people arrived at their destination, the sky had already darkened.

In Shirou Emiya's sight, the orange-haired young man in a red school uniform kicked the dojo sign hanging on the door to pieces.

And he was shouting something.

All the people in the dojo who heard the noise ran out, looked at the scene in front of them, and quickly raised the wooden sword in their hands and pointed it at the orange-haired young man who was the leader.

Faced with so many people, the young man did not retreat at all. He rushed forward quickly and snatched the wooden sword from one of the apprentices.

In just a moment, all the apprentices who surrounded him fell to the ground in pain, and the bad guys behind the young man were holding their stomachs and laughing loudly.

"Kick the dojo?"

Shirou Emiya slowly walked to the door of the dojo.

He showed his figure, and a red cloak appeared in Shirou Emiya's hand.

Shirou Emiya put all the people who fell on the ground aside and covered them with a red cloak.

This is the holy relic made by Jeanne d'Arc, which has the function of recovery. It will not take long for the injuries of these people to recover.

After all, they only suffered flesh wounds.

"Heh!"

"Tah!"

Shouts and collisions were heard in the room. It seemed that the young man had a conflict with the owner of this dojo.

Shirou Emiya frowned. Under the effect of the holy relic, the people who fell and fainted quickly recovered.

Chapter 318 Swordsman Killer

"I will never believe that Mr. Ayatsuji, the [Last Samurai], will be defeated by someone like you."

Standing in front of the orange-haired young man was a strong man with a flat head and looked extremely strong.

He tightly grasped the wooden sword in his hand, and his eyes revealed anger and panic that he himself did not realize.

"I haven't been here for so long. I didn't expect that someone would want to rebuild this dojo. They really have a stubborn character. The era of swordsmen has long passed!"

Standing next to the orange-haired young man, the bad boys looked at the flat-headed strong man with great disdain, their eyes full of contempt.

"What [The Last Samurai] is just a waste!"

"You are absolutely not allowed to say that about Mr. Ayatsuji!!"

He was angry and raised the wooden sword in his hand and chopped it at his head.

"Swish!"

At the moment when the boy raised the wooden sword in his hand to resist, the wooden sword in the strong man's hand changed, and it changed direction in an instant, bypassing the wooden sword in an instant and slashing directly at his neck.

"Hmph! This is Mr. Ayatsuji's sword skill. You can't react to it————"

"Dang——!"

The crisp sound of collision broke out in the air.

How is it possible!

The strong man's eyes widened. This was the last thing he thought of when he fainted.

The next second, a powerful force exploded from his abdomen. The wooden sword in the orange-haired young man's hand, after blocking the slash of the strong man, quickly hit back and hit his abdomen.

The severe pain caused him to faint and fall to the ground.

"Throw it out! It's boring. I thought the daughter of [The Last Samurai] could give me a little surprise as a swordsman, but it seems like she hasn't been back to this dojo in the past two years."

He felt so bored that these people couldn't even get him to warm up.

I saw him casually throwing aside the wooden knife in his hand, tilting his head, with incomparable contempt in his eyes, and stretched out a hand.

"Orochimaru!"

As he finished speaking, a snake bone sword appeared in his hand. The whole sword was like a snake bone, divided into several sections, and each section had a serrated blade similar to snake teeth.

"It's hard to bear to destroy this place again, but now that we are operating near Pojun Academy, we can't live without a place to stay, right?"

He grinned, and the snake bone sword like a giant snake wreaked havoc around him.

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang! Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

A series of collisions sounded from the air, and sparks of wood chips mixed with metal exploded in the air.

I saw the figure of Shirou Emiya wearing armor gradually emerging from the air.

What he held in his hand was the wooden knife thrown by the orange-haired young man.

"That's enough! There's no point in destroying other people's dojo like this!"

Emiya Shirou removed his armor and stood in front of him, holding the wooden sword tightly, staring at him intently.

Previously, these young people had always turned their backs to him, and he had never looked directly at them.

This young man with orange hair had sharp eyes like a hungry wolf. Although he was disheveled, with the skull tattoo on his chest, his whole person exuded an extremely uncomfortable aura.

"Oh? Interesting? People from Pojun Academy?"

He grinned, stopped attacking with the weapon in his hand, and looked at Shirou Emiya who suddenly appeared with interest.

He could feel that the red-haired man in front of him must be a swordsman. Since he was a swordsman, he would defeat him.

Otherwise, you wouldn’t be worthy of your title [Swordsman Killer], wouldn’t you?

Although Emiya Shirou is wearing a black Yakasa, under the cloak he is wearing the uniform of Pojun Academy. Basically, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that Emiya Shirou is from Pojun Academy. .

Of course, other people can also tell that these delinquents are from Tanlang Academy. Only people like Emiya Shirou who don't know anything don't know where they are from.

"Hey! What's your name? Qi"

He stuck the snake bone sword in his hand on the ground and asked aloud to Shirou Emiya. He didn't care why Shirou Emiya appeared here. Anyway, it was enough to bring him the joy of fighting.

He was deeply attracted by the sense of crisis coming from Emiya Shirou.

"Shirou Emiya!"

Emiya Shirou answered his question politely.

"I'm Kurashiki Kurashiki of Tanlang Academy, hey! I said, take out your inherent spiritual equipment, and let's have a fight here. If you win, I won't come back to this dojo. It’s coming inside!”

Kurashiki Tibetan licked his lips and smiled, revealing his jagged mouth. He was eager to fight, eager to crush the enemy to pieces.

"No! I can still win you with this wooden sword!"

Emiya Shirou held the wooden sword in his hand tightly, and magic lines appeared on it one after another. It was an enhanced magic that he had not used for a long time.

"You guy! Do you look down on me!!!!"

Hearing Shirou Emiya's words, Kurashiki Kuroto became furious instantly, and the snake bone sword in his hand became extremely violent, surging around his body.

"You will pay for your words!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a whistling sound came from in front of Shirou Emiya, which was a silver sword light.

As soon as the battle started, the Kurashiki Tibetans immediately shortened the distance between them.

Under the extremely angry situation, his aura increased rapidly at an extremely terrifying speed.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Magic power surged through him, and the floor cracked under his approach.

"Qiang——!"

The wooden sword in Emiya Shirou's hand steadily deflected Kurashiki Kuroto's sudden blow.

But it was clear that his attack was not over.

At this time, Kurashiki opened his mouth and kept waving the weapon in his hand at Emiya Shirou. This kind of irregular slashing might be more appropriate to smash than to chop.

Just like Kurashiki Hizoto doesn't know how to use any swordsmanship, there are no rules, no skills, just simple, rough like a wild beast, roaring, roaring, towards Shirou Emiya's position like Attack like a sudden rain.

"Cang! Cang! Cang! Cang! Cang! Cang! Cang! Cang!"

Almost countless afterimages erupted in front of Shirou Emiya. The sound of collisions, the sound of flying sawdust, and the sound of sparks exploding filled the entire dojo at this moment.

The wooden blade collided heavily with the blade, causing the impact force to vibrate away from the collision point, rubbing against the air, and instantly disrupting the surroundings.

Chapter 319 The collision of talent and experience

In the dojo, the collision of weapons was so fierce that sparks burst out, looking extremely gorgeous.

Under such a violent attack, Shirou Emiya's defense was impeccable, and no slash could break through it.

But Shirou Emiya was not just a simple defender.

"Flaw!"

Seizing the opportunity, he held the wooden sword tightly in his hand and stabbed straight into Kurashiki's chest, which was wide open due to the wanton attack.

"Clang!"

The snake-bone sword suddenly turned straight and appeared in front of his chest, blocking Shirou Emiya's attack.

Shirou Emiya frowned slightly, but the movement of his hand did not stop.

Only a thunderous sound could be heard, and Shirou Emiya's figure changed, and the wooden blade in his hand appeared on Kurashiki's side without knowing when.

Kurashiki's snake-bone sword was in front of him at this time. With the reaction speed of a normal person, there was no way to react when Shirou Emiya swung the sword.

Even Toudou Touka could not react at this moment, but due to her powerful sword-swinging speed, even if she reacted when Emiya Shirou was about to chop Toudou Touka's neck, she could still resist.