“…”

Continue to examine the surrounding situation.

It has been about 3 days since I woke up and now, and during this period, Makoto temporarily stayed at the home of the boy named Shirou Emiya.

[However, I am really a person who is too kind to take in a person who doesn't know him or her name, and who only tells one word at home.]

Trust and firmly believe that this idea is not an ungrateful retribution.

This town has been confirmed in two days, and there is no familiar place except the super bun chain.

I shouldn't be someone nearby.

However, if you want to go to other places, you must at least have a considerable travel fee. As for seeking a doctor, you don’t think it’s a problem with your own health, nor do you believe in ordinary doctors.

When I think of this, I will think of a weird man in black.

I think he may help, but I don't think I can find him.

[Hey, then you can only choose to wander and then meet the keys of familiar, memory and experience...]

Not only that, we also need to have an economic foundation for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

In other words, it is travel expenses. Even if you only wear one piece of clothing, even if you don’t have to worry about the place where you sleep, even if you don’t feel hungry at all, you can recharge by basking in the sun (??).

But it would be a little scary if you have to travel around the world by walking.

"Well...how should I do my job?"

In Cheng's memory, it seems that what I call work is to receive a call, then take a plane or something to go to various places, and then... usually kill, destroy, take back, or follow the shadows around others to protect others.

Then just go to the bank to withdraw money.

[Uh...I can't do it at all now...]

Covering his head, he saw a passing imperial car in his sight.

[There are 5 human smells, the car speed is 57, it is very slow, and it should be no problem to snatch it away without anyone noticing...]

[…]

[What am I thinking?]

wry smile…

--point--

It was not until night that I considered going back to the place where I lived temporarily.

It's around 8 o'clock now. Although he was a tenant who moved in casually, he ignored the threshold...

[Let's see if there are any normal jobs that can be found tomorrow]

As long as you don’t consume it, you can quickly raise the travel expenses even if the salary is low.

Thinking of this, Cheng focused his attention on the beverage can in the vending machine in front of him.

Tips, the ability to teleport objects out of thin air.

Although it seems that your body can do this, when I have seen the drink cans that were sent out in several portions due to incomplete grasp, I feel that I should wait until I fully recover my feelings and try it.

Wow!

This is just a dubbing in my heart, and there is actually no sound at all.

Unlocked the lid of the can and turned his gaze to the street corner.

[…]

[kindness?]

If ordinary people see it, they will only think it is a night tour cos madman.

Then, the weirdo wearing a gorgeous blue battle robe that values ​​flexibility actually appeared in sight while complaining.

"It's true... this master is really willful. He will definitely retreat if he hits halfway through. He is not very enthusiastic about eliminating the audience..."

[…Heroic Spirit.]

I took a look and confirmed it.

Because the other party does not have a human smell, but is full of the wavy smell of spiritual selves. In fact, I should have reacted when I saw that woman last time, but it may have just woken up, so I didn’t know what to do.

To the current body, the other person's existence is like an annoying noise.

I always feel that this is not my original ability.

"But..." The "miss" drew a circle of the spear about two meters, held it behind her back, and then stopped when she saw Cheng with confidence and smugness.

"...Are you looking at me?" He should be asking.

"..." There was no answer, Cheng just continued to drink the things in the can.

[…]

[I should have something I like to drink more.]

Thinking of this, his eyes were calmly staring at the direction of the heroic spirit.

"Scared, aren't you? You just happened to look in this direction..."

Sighing like this, he wanted to walk past Cheng with powerlessness.

Keep up with your eyes.

"Who are you? Why can you see the spiritualized me!"

The spear suddenly stabbed and the fierce roar.

A total distance of five meters, minus the length of the weapon, the opponent will reach Cheng in one step and attack immediately.

It was just a point of attack, and the opponent did not intend to use the tip of the gun to make a second attack, so he tilted his head and avoided it.

The explosion-like effect shows the power

[Can…]

Not surprised, and felt that I could rush into the opponent's close-range attack directly.

But he didn't do this, so Cheng just continued to stare at the other party drinking cans of Coke.

"Well? Dodging away so calmly is not a sign of ordinary people."

The arrogant snatcher said with a smile. He didn't care about the distance between the two sides at all.

For long spears, the attack distance generally does not include such a close distance around you.

However, Cheng's only raider in his impression completely ignored this.

"That..." Suddenly I felt it was necessary to talk to the other party.

"Um?"

"There are not so few people in this world who can see spirits. Next time you see it, you can say that you are actually cosplaying."

“…”

It was quiet for a while.

"Are you fooling me?"

It's roaring and laughing wildly.

[A little crazy fighting maniac?]

Punch, then the second and third strokes... there is no breathing at all, and there is a spear combo like a rainstorm. If it is powered... Once you are stabbed, there should be no defense possible, right?

But regardless of the regularity, the strike points were captured, and Cheng felt that he could easily avoid them.

This is true. You can avoid it simply by relying on your body's intuition. Then you spent two seconds familiarizing yourself with the feeling of your body and grasping your pace.

He stepped back and caught a stick that he didn't know who placed by the wall.

"Hmph, that's pretty good..."

The opponent also took a step forward at the same time and once again pulled Cheng into the attack range.

Unlike before, Cheng chose to act based on his impression this time, while paying attention to the future situation.

After piercing through the gun bush, the other party smiled contemptuously, then pulled the gun at an excessive speed and stabbed it again.

[Have a chance.]

Instinctively held the wooden stick-like object holding his right hand back (I always felt that his left hand was not holding the sword in a normal way), and put it on the other party's gun as soon as the other party pulled it away.

As for the gun speed that should be too fast, it feels like slow motion.

[No, dynamic vision and response nerves are not very correct.]

It's not that it's getting worse, but that it feels so good that it can't be better.

"Um?"

The spearman sighed a little surprised.
To be continued...