Shirou Emiya doesn't want to work overtime

If the power of ghosts in this world is so strong, Emiya can only be willing but unable to do anything, but if he really encounters one, then Emiya will still try his best to prevent such a killing from happening.

"Clang!"

The sound of iron hitting iron echoed in the entire silent forest, and some birds that were resting on the trees were suddenly awakened and flew towards the sky.

Emiya hoped that he could get to the town mentioned by the old man safely, but he also knew that night was the time when all demons and ghosts were active. In such a time period and in the deep forest, something should happen.

If there was really no incident, it would be very simple to become such a sentence-a night passed, and Emiya came to the town mentioned by the old man when the sun rose.

"Someone is fighting!"

Of course, Emiya would not sit and wait for death after hearing the sound of fighting, nor would he continue to walk along the road towards the town as if nothing had happened.

"So strong!"

The blades collided heavily, causing the impact energy to vibrate from the collision point. The heavy slash made the boy's hand holding the samurai sword tremble, and almost slipped out of his hand.

"Keep going! Keep going!"

"Clang clang clang clang!"

Already immersed in the dark forest, the collision between weapons was violently violent, and sparks were flying around, bursting around, looking extremely gorgeous.

At this time, a boy wearing black clothes with a big word "destroy" written on the back was struggling to hold the samurai sword in his hand and fighting fiercely with the pale-skinned "person" in front of him.

But it was also clear that it had the appearance of a human, but did not act like a human, that was a ghost.

The ghost also held a samurai sword in his hand like the boy, constantly moving around him like a burst of firearms, attacking from all sides of the boy without stopping for a moment.

He didn't care about his already twisted arm at all.

But for the ghost, the twist of the arm was just a matter of time, and it would recover in less than a breath.

It was just that the arm twisted in such a weird arc in order to attack better.

And it was obvious that the boy could only barely keep up with the speed of the ghost's attack. He had to keep his teeth tight and concentrate his spirit. If his sword paused a little while defending.

What awaited him was a simple cut in two. He was not interested in using his body to compete with the samurai sword to see who was harder. Many ghosts without any special abilities could not resist the most ordinary samurai swords, let alone a normal person's body like him.

It's just that ghosts can survive after being cut in two, but people may not.

"Opportunity!"

"Wind Breathing Type 2 Claw Claw·Koto Wind!"

Four claw-shaped wind blades rose from the ground in front of the boy, and cut towards his neck at the moment when the ghost raised his sword again.

The air also made a slight cutting sound, which was a slash that was enough to cut off the blade.

"Hmph!"

But the ghost was not panicked at all, and made a disdainful sound from his mouth.

"Puff!"

The sound of flesh being cut rang out from the air.

The two arms flew into the air without any resistance.

He half-stood in front of the boy with a smile on his face, but the knife in his right hand had already cut through the boy's right arm.

"Ugh!!!!!!!!!!"

The screams of pain resounded throughout the forest, and blood gushed out without mercy.

"I really don't want to meet you, the Demon Slayer Corps. The energy I can get is the same as that of ordinary people, and it's hard to kill. It's really a waste of time."

The two arms flying in the air also fell from the air at this time.

One left hand, one right hand holding a knife.

"This knife is troublesome."

As a demon without blood demon art, the blood of that adult is very rare, and coupled with the slash of the knife containing the power of sunlight, he can't immediately restore his arm at this time.

"Damn it!"

The boy quickly covered his wound and cursed loudly and retreated behind him.

He is now like fish meat without any resistance.

What's so scary about the Demon Slayer Corps with a broken arm and no knife? It's just a little stronger than ordinary people.

But for the ghost, it was just a slightly troublesome ingredient.

"It's over!"

The ghost had no intention of showing any mercy, stomped his feet on the ground, and appeared in front of the boy like teleportation.

"Clang!"

A silver knife light raised the blade that was originally going to pierce the boy's heart.

"Finally - huh - I've arrived!"

In a quiet place, the sound can usually be transmitted very far, and coupled with the unique echo in the deep mountains, Emiya can only barely hear the direction of the sound.

His eyesight is really good, and he found the exact location in the vast darkness and rushed over, but his hearing is not that abnormal, and he can only hear the approximate location.

The echo of the collision of the swords and the trees everywhere blocked it, and Emiya tried his best to barely rush over when the ghost was about to pierce the boy's heart.

If it weren't for the boy's painful screams, Emiya might really have no way to determine the correct location.

Chapter 11 Don't let the battle stop

"Another one coming to die?"

The demon whose attack was blocked quickly retreated backwards. At this time, his left hand could not break through the power of the breathing method to recover. As a demon, he still needed to be cautious when facing the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Are you okay?"

Emiya stood in front of the boy and asked him.

Although no matter what, if a hand was broken, there must be something wrong, it was just Emiya's habitual question.

"You, are not a member of the Demon Slayer Corps?"

The boy saw Emiya's simple costume and the colorless samurai sword in his hand, and he knew that the red-haired boy in front of him who saved his life was not a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Demon Slayer Corps?"

It should be an organization of the same type as the Magician Association.

Emiya thought, although he had never met anyone from the Magician Association, it did not mean that Emiya did not know about organizations like the Magician Association.

When he was a child, he asked Kiritsugu what people with these special abilities would do in society, would they be taken over by the government?

Kiritsugu told him that there is an organization that specializes in managing magicians, but generally speaking, the Magician Association will not care about wild magicians unless there is a major incident.

"It turns out that he is just an ordinary person. I was shocked."

Although the boy's voice was already very low, in such a quiet forest, plus the ghost itself has extraordinary hearing, it still heard the conversation between the boy and Emiya.

The boy's face froze, but he did not blame himself. Even if the ghost on the opposite side thought that he was a member of the Demon Slayer Corps and had a certain fear, there was no way to change the overall situation.

Did he leave just like that after seeing the second member of the Demon Slayer Corps?

That ghost was just a ghost who was deeply injured and hungry in Fujiki Mountain. His strength was very weak. A ghost with a certain strength like him would definitely test it first, and then he would confirm that the red-haired boy in front of him was just an ordinary person who did not know the breathing method.

"You go quickly, give me the knife in your hand, I can still delay for a while."

Although the boy was very grateful to Emiya for suddenly rushing out to save his life, people without breathing methods and the Sun Wheel Sword had no chance of winning against ghosts.

It's only been night for a short while now, and before the sun rises, all their bodies have been eaten.

"No, I won't leave a single wounded person unattended."

A green light gradually covered the knife in Emiya's hand. Of course, neither the ghost nor the boy saw the pattern covering the sword.

After all, it was a manifestation of magic power. People who have not learned magic cannot see that the knife has been strengthened by strengthening magic.

"Really courageous!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't seem to care about his other hand that had not recovered yet. The whole person rushed towards Emiya like a bullet, and his figure jumped left and right like a ghost, making it difficult to catch.

This is not a reckless man who can only attack in a straight line.

Although a large part of the reason is that his straight line attack is better than the curve attack, which can affect vision, and the straight line attack is also the biggest interference.

In just a blink of an eye, the black shadow appeared from the left side of Emiya, like a beast pouncing on its prey, with the corners of its mouth torn to both sides.

I think he really enjoys such a battle, so he dares to abandon his arm to attack in the face of the attack of the Sun Wheel Sword.

In his hand, the katana flashing with cold silver light swung down fiercely, turning into a sharp blade light, like thunderbolt, slashing vertically towards Emiya's face without mercy.

"Clang!"

The powerful force made Emiya's hands holding the katana tightly tremble, and his body sank down involuntarily to relieve the force.

The ghost who chopped straight did not stop there. His body spun in the air, and the katana in his hand rotated half a circle downward in the air. After fully leveraging the force, he chopped towards Emiya's abdomen with a fierce force along the direction of the air flow.

At this time, it was impossible to block the raised katana downward.

But, Emiya did not have only one knife!

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, Emiya quickly stretched out his left hand and pulled out another katana at his waist.

The fierce slashing force from the side made the katana he had just taken in his hand suddenly shake, and almost slipped out of his hand.

"Tsk, interesting!"

The ghost couldn't help but gasp, and his body suddenly flipped to the other side in the air. With a faint sound of breaking through the air, he cut through the air and slashed towards Emiya's throat.

The samurai sword held in the air had already shifted downward.

It must be said that as an ordinary person, Emiya's strength is far inferior to that of the ghost. Even if Emiya tightly grasped the samurai sword in his hand to block himself, he was still pushed to the side by its powerful force.

There is no way to barely resist such a slash without using both hands.

Just——

"Tear————"

The smile on the face of the ghost waving the samurai sword in his hand suddenly stopped.

He saw that his other hand was already lifted in the air at this time. Without the support of continuous power, his arm was easily chopped off by Emiya.

Although Emiya had no foundation in kendo, he blocked the demon's rain-like attacks one after another as if assisted by God, and even completed the counterattack in a short time. Sparks exploded for a moment, surprising the young man standing beside him.

However, the boy did not stay there idle. He took advantage of the fact that the ghost did not notice him and quickly bandaged his severed right hand, and moved towards the position of the other severed hand carefully.

Ordinary swords could not cause fatal injuries to ghosts. He dared to gamble on the chance of having his head chopped off in exchange for his right hand in front of the Nichirin Sword.

There was no reason not to use a more brutal fighting method when facing Emiya.

The Nichirin Sword could still be fatal, but the two samurai swords in Emiya's hands did not pose any threat to the ghost, at most it was a little tricky.

He had to find a way to chop off the ghost's head to have hope.

The boy thought to himself and continued to move towards his severed arm.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The ghost who lost both hands suddenly retreated behind him. He really did not expect that he would be defeated by such a little ghost, even though he lost an arm during the battle.

But it was only a few seconds later, and while the ghost was angry, his hands immediately grew out from both sides of his body again.

"It can be said to be a terrifying recovery ability."

Sweat began to appear on Emiya's forehead. He did not review the previous battle too much. For Emiya, holding one knife or two knives did not make a big difference to him.

Because he was not good at using knives, he was better at archery.

But for some reason during the battle, his body moved by itself before he could think about how to deal with it.

Maybe it was the so-called conditioned reflex?

Emiya did not think too much.

But in front of the night, such a monster is basically impossible to kill?