Rice Flower Singularity (16) Imitation Medicine - Useless Underworld...

Amidst Miyamoto Musashi's shouts, Conan watched in horror as Fujimaru Ritsuka fell from mid-air like a withered leaf, landing in the mechanical arm raised high by Little Da Vinci.

His brain hadn't quite processed it yet. Just moments ago, Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to have the victory firmly in his grasp, but suddenly he was facing off against the great hero of Greek mythology with only human strength.

"...Thank goodness!"

Little Da Vinci's fingers trembled slightly as she placed them on Ritsuka's pulse, who was almost covered in blood. The faint beating made her breathe a sigh of relief. "Saber, stop Berserker! Caster, please help me!"

"Understood!" Miyamoto Musashi took a deep breath, gripped his twin swords tightly again, and swung them at Hercules with even greater speed and ferocity.

"Tch, it's time for surgery." Asclepius showed no surprise on his face, but a closer look revealed a hint of anger in his eyes.

Meanwhile, his Master, Morofushi Kagemitsu, was being held tightly by two people, their burning gazes fixed on him.

The younger one couldn't contain herself any longer and asked first, "Mr. Morofushi doesn't seem surprised at all. Did he know in advance what his assistant wanted?"

The older one wasn't much calmer, speaking even more bluntly, "She came to you this morning to discuss how she wanted to die? How could you agree to that?!"

Morofushi Kagemitsu remained relatively calm, his gentle gaze fixed on the two people who were blinded by their emotions. "For both reason and emotion, I should agree to her request."

"ha?"

Matsuda Jinpei frowned, arms crossed, waiting for Morofushi Kagemitsu to explain. He certainly believed his amnesiac classmate, but it was hard to look away from Ritsuka, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Morofushi Kagemitsu: "If I don't agree to her request, will this scene really not happen?"

This morning, Morofushi Kagemitsu was stopped by Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had been waiting for him, who said that her ability could turn the entire game around. Since near-death experiences could restore Matsuda Jinpei's memories, it's possible that her ability could also be restored through near-death experiences.

Therefore, I hope that his servant will cooperate and provide her with emergency treatment.

But Morofushi Kagemitsu hadn't expected this moment to come so quickly and suddenly, nor had he anticipated that the young orange-haired girl would be so calm and cold-blooded—

Like moths drawn to a flame, they resolutely risked serious injury for a vague and uncertain possibility.

From making a decision to making a judgment, and then facing the towering Servant, there were countless opportunities for her to escape.

Although the plan was simple—to find a Servant and get punched—not to mention the timing and the degree of pain, the psychological torment equivalent to the pre-suicide phase was enough to crush an ordinary person's resolve and make them run away.

Matsuda Jinpei and Conan fell silent after hearing this. If they were in her shoes, they might have made the same decision, or even be as decisive as she was.

They didn't ask any further questions, because even if Morofushi Kagemitsu didn't agree, she would probably do the same thing anyway.

Morofushi Kagemitsu gazed at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was being carefully placed on the ground in the distance. She was a girl with a strong will, ruthless to herself, and not to be underestimated.

I hope she gets what she wants.

After a quick examination of Ritsuka's injuries, Asclepius ignored his displeasure and took a step back. "Heh, what an annoying patient."

Leonardo da Vinci was taken aback by the god of medicine's actions. "Huh? What are you going to do?" Suddenly, she felt something tug at the corner of her eye.

Looking down, she saw Ritsuka's little finger resting on her clothes, a barely perceptible smile on her face, as if comforting her not to be sad and to trust Asclepius.

da Vinci:"……"

She pursed her lips, utterly at a loss for words. He was already speechless, yet he was still trying to comfort her…!

Asclepius ignored Leonardo da Vinci's question and said to himself, "The treatment has been determined."

Asclepius rose into the air with his staff, hovering in mid-air, his nearly transparent blue scales swirling around him like an ouroboros.

He studied medicine under Chiron, and his medical skills surpassed those of his teacher, even reaching a point where the gods of the underworld lost their value, allowing humanity to overcome death and create a true resurrection elixir.

His Noble Phantasm was thus elevated; although it was merely a replica of the original resurrection potion, its effects were still immediate.

"Hmph, it can't compare to a true resurrection potion. But for you, this prescription is enough, isn't it? Take it—the generic drug, Useless Hades Lament!"

Under the dazzling sunlight, a soaring red vortex overshadowed the sun's rays, its crimson hue shrouding the servant's body like a curtain. As he raised his serpent staff, the crimson curtain abruptly parted, gathering at the staff's tip.

Like a drop of fresh blood falling to the ground, a blue magic circle appeared beneath Fujimaru Ritsuka and Asclepius, with the god of medicine looking down at the girl on the ground.

The flowing red and blue light intertwined, spread, and completely enveloped the doctor and patient.

—

Meanwhile, in the almost silent manor, Shiho Miyano sat upright at her desk, the sound of a doorknob turning breaking the quiet atmosphere.

She tapped her pen lightly on the table, not turning around, calmly waiting for the person to speak first.

The door opened and closed again. Lei's face remained calm, his long hair obscuring his eyes. He looked up and the first thing he saw was Shiho Miyano sitting upright in the room, her back to him.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Shiho Miyano clicked her tongue softly, finally pushing back her chair and walking step by step to the man. Her fitted clothes accentuated her thin and frail figure, making her appear utterly vulnerable compared to Ray.

Only his lake-blue eyes, which held a resolute and disdainful quality, prevented her from being overwhelmed by the man's imposing presence, allowing her to meet his gaze as an equal.

"Addicted to acting? I didn't know you had this hobby." Shiho Miyano curled the corners of her lips. "Or perhaps, you have a particular fondness for playing traitors?"

“Gin”.

"Heh." Lei, or rather Gin, raised his chin, radiating a chilling aura of oppression. Despite the sunlight streaming through the window, the temperature in the room continued to drop.

Like the deep, surging currents of the ocean.

“You guessed it. Yes, of course you could have guessed, Sherry. You know me as well as I know you,” Gin said. “When did you find out?”

"The first time we met after my servant returned from his probing." Shiho Miyano looked at the organization's capable lieutenant with an almost defiant expression. "Before, I only had suspicions, but Gin, you have too little patience."

She chuckled softly, as if she had caught someone red-handed. "Like today, are you going to deal with me before the Berserker is officially gone? I haven't used a single one of my Command Seals."

—

Berserker, on whom Shiho Miyano has placed high hopes, is currently fighting against Miyamoto Musashi. Despite being much taller than average, Hercules is exceptionally agile and nimble.

Once again, he reacted swiftly to dodge Miyamoto Musashi's twin swords. He took a running start and charged towards Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was receiving treatment, with lightning speed.

Miyamoto Musashi was startled and quickly drew his sword to intercept, but the other side was only feinting. Hercules' real target was her. Just as the two were close, Hercules changed his moves and punched Miyamoto Musashi, causing him to stagger back several steps.

"Saber, are you alright?" Matsuda Jinpei was alarmed.

"Cough cough cough, what's a little injury!" Miyamoto Musashi said this, but she didn't dare to underestimate the berserker in front of her.

Even if he lost his mind, the Greek hero's fighting instincts and body remained. Trying to outlast him was simply asking for trouble.

But he's impossible to kill; it's a battle of endurance. What a tough nut to crack!

In a short while, Miyamoto Musashi and Hercules exchanged several more blows at a speed imperceptible to humans. Panting, she was caught off guard by the tall Servant's opening, and her movements suddenly slowed.

The next second, she watched helplessly as a dark fist hurtled toward her throat.

"In the name of the Command Seal!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.

"Nitocris, stop the Berserker!"

—

"You won't let Berserker come back," Gin said with a slight smirk, as if he had already won a victory. "Otherwise, who else can pass on information about the case to you?"

Even if people know he's using someone else to do his dirty work, so what? He'll use Berserker to wear down the opponent's strength, and then rely on the opponent to eliminate the threat of Berserker.

“You’re more afraid of me than you are of me, and you trust the private doctor next door even less.” The certainty in her tone made Shiho Miyano feel annoyed; it was definitely not a good thing to have her thoughts known by her current enemy.

She had learned since childhood that one should never easily trust anyone in the organization, especially since she could always see Vermouth through that doctor's eyes. Forget trusting her; she'd rather stay as far away as possible.

"Yes, yes. So you're the murderer in this case, aren't you? And that private doctor, your accomplice, you're birds of a feather."

As if the outcome was inevitable, Shiho Miyano showed no tension whatsoever. Although she didn't know why this emotion felt familiar yet bittersweet, she still spoke freely, "My sister, wasn't she also poisoned by you?"

Gin slightly raised his head, offering no rebuttal. It seemed Sherry had long since disbelieved the private doctor's diagnosis and had gone to see Miyano Akemi on her own.

With her expertise, distinguishing between illness and chronic poisoning wouldn't be too difficult for her.

What a pity. If only we could bring Sherry back to the organization. Gin traced the calluses on his fingers, his gaze deep and sharp, like a hunter eyeing its prey.

He was waiting.

—

A purple-haired woman suddenly appeared and raised the pharaoh's scepter. Countless mummies suddenly crawled out from the ground, densely packed and hindering Hercules's steps.

Miyamoto Musashi turned around abruptly and saw Ritsuka, who was slightly out of breath, raising her right hand and gesturing for her to step back.

Conan: "...!"

How did a Servant suddenly appear? Where did this one come from? And that was a mummy just now, right?!

Matsuda Jinpei, however, looked more directly at the variable. He glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka and had to admit that the Greek god of medicine lived up to his reputation; apart from her blood-stained clothes, it was almost impossible to tell that the girl had just been on the verge of death.

So, this is her ability: to ignore the rule of one person, one servant, and freely summon servants?

That's no wonder it's a power that can be banned; it's too cheating.

"So next," Fujimaru Ritsuka encouraged herself, "is when it comes down to luck."

"In the name of the Command Seal, unleash the Noble Phantasm!"

—The Netherworld Mirror Manual.

—

Berserker was defeated.

This was something Shiho Miyano had anticipated.

The fact that Gin dared to wait for her here meant he was confident Hercules wouldn't return alive. She bit her lip, clenching her fist and then releasing it.

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Author's Note: * I've been a bit busy lately, so update times may fluctuate, but I'll still update daily.