Chapter 259: Yuigahama's Six Million HP
The boy encountered a familiar face, but before he could say a word, his body was sucked into the white light.
"Shirou!!" Artoria and Jeanne cried out. Facing the girl inside the phone, they were helpless to stop it even if they wanted to.
"Nuisance characters aren't allowed inside! Goodbye~!" The purple-haired girl flashed a wicked, successful smile at the girls present and spoke provocatively.
The phone fell onto the sofa. The boy had already been transported to another space.
At the same time, as the bounded field expanded, those qualified for Pseudo-Servant summoning were pulled one by one into the alternate world.
Those who were already prepared lay on their beds; some curled up in internet cafes, some checked into capsule hotels, and others lay on their sofas, dead drunk. Regardless, this Holy Grail War had officially begun.
In a mysterious basement somewhere in Shinjuku, a black-haired man in a white lab coat stared at the data constantly popping up in new windows on his computer. He was the one who deployed the bounded field, allowing all contestants to enter the server via their mobile phones.
Calling him a criminal wouldn't be quite right; after all, these participants were all volunteers.
The man glanced at the golden cup encased in a square box on a shelf. He now had enough confidence that he could continue developing this technology. One day, he would realize his wish: to create a brand new world!
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When Shirou emerged from the white light, he found himself standing in a dense forest. The sound of fighting drifted from not far away.
"Ha-aaaah!!! Rashomon Daiengi (Rashomon Great Grudge Arrival)!!!"
He saw a girl with long horns wearing a cream-colored kimono. She raised her hand, unleashing a massive red demonic claw that set a group of charging Pseudo-Servants ablaze and sent them flying.
However, another wave of Pseudo-Servants quickly rushed in, each displaying a fanatic passion for battle.
"Ah! It's never-ending, they're coming again! This is already the tenth time!" Yuigahama cried out with a dejected face.
"Dammit, there's nowhere left to run! What do we do, Yuigahama!?" Ibaraki-Douji said to her host.
"I don't know either! Yukino! Shirou! Someone save me!" Yuigahama shouted, clutching her head.
"Hey! Yuigahama~!" Shirou waved his hands repeatedly toward the girl.
"Shi... Shirou! Did you hear the call of my heart? Hehehe."
Yuigahama looked at the boy in surprise. After a long separation, seeing him made her feel incredibly happy. The thought that her call had actually brought him brought a shy smile to her face; it felt as if honey were melting in her heart.
"Over there! Chase them!" At that moment, strongmen wearing various armors—all hosts of Pseudo-Servants—shouted.
"No, I was just dragged in by accident. By the way, why are you being hunted by so many people?" Shirou asked in confusion.
"I don't know! Shirou, hurry up and think of a way to help me!" Yuigahama said, shaking her head.
It was then that Shirou noticed a long health bar floating above Yuigahama's head. To the right, it was labeled x50, and the total health displayed was 6,000,000. Shirou checked his own status; he had a single red grid labeled x1, representing his health. It was clear: the girl before him wasn't a player, but a Boss with 50 health bars.
"Yuigahama-san... what on earth is going on with you?" Shirou asked, bewildered.
After being pulled in, Yuigahama had initially been like everyone else. But she suddenly heard a voice, gained different skills, and was set up in this area as a "Mid-Boss"—Ibaraki-Douji of Rashomon.
Unfortunately, this "Oni" currently lacked any sense of intimidation. Shirou had no choice but to help her hold off the siege.
"Hey, stop it. This girl is a human too," Shirou ran out to mediate.
"Charge! Don't listen to him! We won't die anyway! This is just a game, what's there for a player to be afraid of!?
Besides, that's a face we haven't seen. He probably wants to hog the Oni King for himself. Everyone together! Defeat the Oni King and everyone gets point rewards! Getting the Holy Grail means a lifetime of wealth and glory!" The contestants, wearing the battle gear of their respective Servants, raised twin guns, spears, and other weapons.
"It seems talking won't work," Shirou sighed helplessly.
"What do we do? Shirou, let's run!" Yuigahama, sporting a pair of horns on her head, suggested as she tugged at Shirou's sleeve.
'Pull yourself together, you're supposed to be a Mid-Boss...'
Whether it was Yuigahama or Ibaraki, seeing seventy or eighty Pseudo-Servants rushing toward them made them lose all will to fight.
"It's okay, Yuigahama. Leave this to me!" Shirou said to the girl with a light smile. In fact, since entering this space, he felt a surge of magical energy in his body—it felt as if it were inexhaustible.
Shirou switched his Saint Graph. His clothes changed into the red battle suit, and he raised one hand, chanting the incantation to activate his Noble Phantasm.
"I am the bone of my sword—!!"
Unlimited Blade Works expanded in an instant. Countless iron swords stabbed into the wilderness flew up automatically toward the boy's raised hand, floating continuously into the sky.
Thousands of Noble Phantasms hovered in the air, their sharp edges aimed at the players on the ground.
"Mon... Monster!" The people on the ground only had time to utter those words before they were engulfed by the firelight of the Broken Phantasm explosions triggered by the falling blades.
Shirou didn't aim directly at them; he only used the heat and shockwaves to blow them away as a lesson.
"Shirou~! Well done! Wipe those guys out!" Yuigahama had clearly been pushed to her limit; those ferocious guys didn't care at all if she was a high school girl; they looked at her like she was a choice piece of meat.
Moved, Yuigahama opened her arms, wanting to give the boy a warm hug. Because she was dressed as Ibaraki-Douji, the outfit was a bit tight on her well-developed figure. The kimono clung to her elegant curves, revealing everything.
However, the girl wasn't thinking about that. She just wanted to give her dear friend a passionate hug to show her gratitude. Both Yuigahama and Ibaraki-Douji shared this thought.
"That's not allowed~! Although Shirou-senpai's performance just now was indeed very cool, this is BB-chan's special privilege. So Senpai~ please come over here for now." The purple-haired girl, who had been peering from behind, suddenly tore through space and emerged. She reached out, grabbed the boy by the collar, and pulled him into her own private dimension.
"Eh? Shirou?" The girl who had lunged for a hug sat blankly on the ground, looking around. In the distance, a group of players who had survived the explosions cast wolf-like gazes at her.
A shiver ran down her entire body.
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