Rice Flower Singularity (19) Ishana, the Great Celestial Phenomenon—…
Fujimaru Ritsuka knew, of course, that the Smoke Mirror wouldn't be defeated by a simple Spirit Origin Shadow Noble Phantasm. Her trump card was Miyamoto Musashi.
Although it is only a Noble Phantasm for humans, it can sever not only physical objects, but also karma, curses, and even fate.
All of this is essentially a treasure of cause and effect, known as one of the ultimate non-dualistic principles.
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up, gazing at Miyamoto Musashi's retreating figure. "Go for it, Musashi-chan!!"
"Noble Phantasm unleashed, Namo, Tenman Daishizai Tenjin—Hayagriva Kannon, sever all evil with wrath."
Multicolored light surged from Miyamoto Musashi's body, and the immense energy coalesced into a colossal Buddha statue. Its almost sky-covering form cast a shadow, shrouding the smoky mirror.
He held four swords in his left and right hands, and as Miyamoto Musashi's voice fell, he slashed at the smoke mirror one sword at a time.
Then came another blinding light, so bright it was impossible to look directly at it, as Miyamoto Musashi held up a long sword that seemed to tear the sky apart.
Those heavenly eyes were intently focused on the head of the smoke mirror.
To confine what should have been an infinite future to a single outcome. Forcing her to act will only result in a single, decisive strike, leaving no room for further delay or compromise—the most logical and appropriate attack.
That is, invincible penetration.
"This strike is my path to emptiness, my very life! Ishana, the Great Celestial Phenomenon—!"
The light slammed down directly onto the smoke goggles, obscuring all vision.
The bewitched Smoke Mirror immediately sensed the power of the attack, but his movement speed was no match for the speed of the falling blade. As for Gin, he had already sprinted in the opposite direction the moment the light appeared.
He didn't want to be the first Master to be caught in the crossfire and die.
Meanwhile, Morofushi Kagemitsu and Fujimaru Ritsuka hid behind Da Vinci's mechanical arm. Morofushi Kagemitsu's eyes were fixed on the battle between the two Servants, his eyes slightly narrowed.
No matter how many times he watched the Servants fight, it always made his heart tremble. However, the two Servants fought even more fiercely than a war, and their battle could even block out the sun's rays.
The orange-haired girl beside him was able to summon beings weaker than those summoned by a summoning circle with her bare hands, forcibly halting Assassin's actions.
She appears as warm and approachable as a girl next door, yet possesses almost earth-shattering abilities. Despite the allure of these powers, she manages to maintain her kindness and virtuous character.
Morofushi Kagemitsu genuinely admired Fujimaru Ritsuka.
The light of the Noble Phantasm faded, and Miyamoto Musashi sheathed his sword. All eyes were fixed on the large crater in the ground. A moment later, a somewhat disheveled figure climbed out of the crater.
Smoke Mirror coughed, looking at his bleeding knife wounds with distress, and reluctantly patted the dust off the uninjured areas.
"The fresh air feels so good." He subconsciously adjusted his glasses, only to find that the lenses were shattered into pieces. "Ah, what a pity about my favorite sunglasses."
"He can still... move freely?" Miyamoto Musashi's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously raised his sword to block Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Little Leonardo da Vinci had witnessed the power of the Smoke Mirror before, so she wasn't too surprised that he could still move. She simply calculated the possibility of victory with a serious expression.
If it were the original her, what would she do? She had to admit that the original, being an omnipotent being, could do more than she could, but she couldn't lose to the original!
Leonardo da Vinci swore that he must help Ritsuka win this Holy Grail War.
"It's more like you guys are really something to have put me in this state. The person who was being chased and beaten before is now capable of fighting back." Smoke Glasses casually tossed his glasses to the ground and said nonchalantly with one hand in his pocket.
His gaze wasn't fixed on Miyamoto Musashi, who had activated his Noble Phantasm, but rather on Fujimaru Ritsuka, filled with satisfaction and fighting spirit.
"It seems you've recovered. Then my deal with the advisor is finished." He smirked. "From now on, I'll try my best to end the fight politely!"
A red light entered the back of the smoke goggles, and his wounds instantly disappeared. He raised his gun as if he had been completely rejuvenated.
Fujimaru Ritsuka: "...!"
Oh, the Master on the other side used a Command Spell. Are they getting serious now?!
The next second, with the sounds of pistols and cannons, another round of attack and defense began.
At the same time, Conan successfully sneaked into Amuro Tooru's room, but before he could say a word, he was tackled and pinned down by Amuro Tooru, who was on guard against a sneak attack.
It wasn't until Matsuda Jinpei skillfully elbowed Amuro Tooru, forcing him to release Conan, that Conan coughed, waking Amuro Tooru from his reverie.
By this time, he and Matsuda Jinpei had exchanged several blows. Although they hadn't seen each other for years, the familiar exchanges made him feel as if he had returned to the past, a time when everyone was young, alive, and unaware of their own limitations.
With his hands pinned behind his back, Matsuda Jinpei's smiling voice brought him back to his senses. "What's wrong? Has our chief's skill level declined over the years?"
"You're the one who's regressed, you curly-haired idiot!" Amuro Tooru snapped, breaking free of his restraints, as if Furuya Rei had suddenly jumped out of his heart.
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he abruptly looked up, “Wait! Your memories…?!”
"I'm back to normal, you blond bastard. It was a bit of a weird process, but I can still fight alongside you one more time."
Amuro Tooru stood frozen in place. After entering the game, he had hoped for this possibility, but when he actually faced this moment, his first reaction was to run away.
Good heavens, why does he always have to play these kinds of jokes on him?
Conan: "..."
How heavy! He shouldn't be here, but he had made a promise with Fujimaru Ritsuka to find evidence and catch the real culprit. So, he cheered himself up and coughed loudly to attract the attention of the two adults.
"Um, you two, business is more important. Our assistant is waiting for us...!"
A colossal Buddha statue appeared at the window, followed by a slash that cut through the sky, the deafening sound shaking the entire villa.
Is this the end of the world?
Conan fell silent instantly, straining to stand on tiptoe and peer out the window, eager to know who had won. But the already cracked glass shattered into pieces the moment he touched it.
Fortunately, Matsuda Jinpei reacted quickly and scooped Conan up, taking a step back.
"Who won just now?" Matsuda Jinpei asked, as a Command Seal disappeared from his hand.
"No one's leaving. It looks like they're going to start a second round. We need to hurry, or the building might collapse. That would really destroy the evidence, and we wouldn't be able to find any clues!"
Conan was getting anxious. He had witnessed the strength of the opposing Servant before; Tristan had even sacrificed himself because of it. So he was worried that Ritsuka wouldn't be able to hold out for long.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he looked at Amuro Tooru. "Doctor, once we find the evidence of your crimes, take your Servants down and help! Gin is down there too, and he's carrying a gun!"
“Speaking of which,” Matsuda Jinpei slapped his forehead, “the squad leader has another gun, but I don’t know…”
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Amuro Tooru pull a familiar-looking gun from his waist. The two exchanged a knowing smile, everything understood without a word.
Just as Conan was about to begin a thorough search, Amuro Tooru shook his head and said that he had searched his house thoroughly when he learned that evidence was needed to identify the culprit, but he found nothing.
It seems he's just as cautious and vigilant in the game as he is in real life... but doesn't that mean he can't find any evidence?!
Conan sat cross-legged on the ground, his brain racing. Victim, murderer, murder weapon, APTX4869! Haibara might have kept a file on it!
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As a seasoned commander, Fujimaru Ritsuka has far more experience in fighting for the Lord than Gin.
It's fair to say that if BB hadn't manipulated the summoning process from the beginning, making the suspects' Servants significantly stronger than the detectives', and if it weren't for the Smoke Mirror, Gin would have lost long ago.
But it just so happens to be a smokescreen, and it just so happens to be Gin, who is proficient in all kinds of firearms. A sniper shot isn't fatal, but it will delay Fujimaru Ritsuka's decision-making time for a moment. And in a Servant's battle, a lot can be done in a split second.
Gin raised his sniper rifle, aiming the scope at Ritsuka, who was focused on fighting the smoke grenade. Suddenly, the muzzle shifted slightly, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
He admitted that the woman was difficult to kill. Each time, someone would save her, especially the traitor who had been watching him. Even when she had an opportunity, she could instinctively dodge quickly.
So he decided to change his target. Since he couldn't get to her, he would start with the little mouse, who was also human and had no special abilities.
Anyway, these cops won't just stand by and watch their comrade get shot, so that guy with the smoke goggles will have enough time to take out the others.
Morofushi Kagemitsu suddenly turned around and met Gin's gaze behind the scope. Gin smirked and hummed softly as he pulled the trigger.
Two loud bangs were heard, and Gin quickly crouched down to be on guard. Not far from where he had just been, several bullets clattered to the ground.
The newcomer stood atop a pile of ruins, holding a gun in his right hand, one foot planted on a stone as he leaned forward, his golden hair fluttering in the wind, exuding an indescribable youthful exuberance.
"Gin, don't even think about hitting on him!"
"Ha, just as I thought, another rat. What, seeing your rat companion come back to life, you've decided to protect him?" Gin laughed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You?"
With a sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, he turned his gaze to Amuro Tooru as he had hoped, "Have you forgotten how pathetic you were when you were being investigated back then?"
"Hehe, no matter what, he is still my temporary Master!"
Gin's expression suddenly froze as a spear pierced through his shoulder, leaving a bloody hole.
Behind him, Ereshkigal waved her hand, and the spear returned to her hand. She slowly walked towards Amuro Tooru and stood beside him, looking at Gin with a cold and even disgusted gaze.
"You should be punished for the great disrespect of describing him like that."
"Irene, help me!!"
Suddenly, the girl's clear voice rang out, and Ereshkigal's expression changed several times in an instant. His body acted before his mind, and he swung his spear to block the hand axe that the smoke mirror was about to strike Ritsuka.
"Tch, as expected, you're still so easily swayed," Smoke Mirror said unhappily.
"Hehe, I knew Ellie wouldn't abandon me!" In contrast, Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression couldn't be better.
Da Vinci also took advantage of Rider, carrying Amuro Tooru, who was confronting Gin, to his own side, so that if Amuro accidentally died, Ereshkigal would also disappear.
Fujimaru Ritsuka saw Amuro Tooru and immediately asked, "The detective came looking for you, did you see him?"
"The evidence against me has been found, and they are now searching for Gin."
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