The image is an official Type-Moon character design for the "Five Elemental Masters," not a fan-made drawing.
Against the biting cold wind, the coattails of her night trench coat flapped in the air currents from her high-speed run, making a ripping sound. Like a ghost appearing in the night, she arrived before an old, dilapidated Western-style house that had stood isolated in a dense forest for decades... "Bang! Creak..."
"I'm home."
"Mm, welcome back."
Rin pushed open the door and entered the classical Western-style house, walking past the front hall into the inner living room. She saw Jalter sitting hunched in front of the TV, playing a video game with a controller, and greeted her.
Completely immodest, she was only wearing a pink shirt, without even an undershirt! Around her were piled pizza boxes, potato chips, cola, and a whole series of fast or junk foods. Watching her fingers fly, deftly operating the controller, there was no way she seemed like a bad student! Rin had only bought these for her this morning, fearing she'd be too bored staying indoors.
In short, the Dragon Witch Jalter has now become a shut-in. Day one of being a shut-in, and she appears to be beyond saving.
Coming back from a life-or-death battle to such a relaxing treat was a good way to alleviate mental stress.
There was no need to worry about Lancelot; the knight of the lake, who strictly adhered to the code of chivalry, would not enter any area beyond the outer hall.
Now that she was home, Rin no longer cared. She directly dispelled the windbreaker made of magic power, revealing the scant amount of clothing underneath, which could only be described as rags.
"Rip."
There was no point in wearing such things. Rin simply tore off the remaining scraps of clothing with a slight tug, leaving her even more uninhibited than Jalter! Her upper body was left with only a tight, straining white binder, and below, just a pair of black hollow butterfly lace-trimmed panties.
One not wearing underwear, and the other only wearing underwear—what was going on...? Jalter glanced sideways at Rin, who was tiredly leaning back on the sofa. She knew Rin didn't have an intentional exhibitionist streak; this could only mean she'd been beaten to this state.
"What happened? You're in such a mess," Jalter said casually to Rin, though the glint in her eyes indicated she wasn't as nonchalant as she sounded.
Rin leaned lazily back on the sofa, waving a hand at Jalter. "It's nothing. I just had a head-on clash with the toughest opponent in this Holy Grail War. It's lucky that only my clothes were torn. Anyway, I wasn't planning on fighting him to the death, so don't worry."
"I see. Then be careful. If you can't handle it, call me. But now that I can't spiritualize, I can't instantly teleport, so whether I can get there before you're taken out is uncertain." Out of confidence and trust in Rin, Jalter wouldn't dwell on such matters. Since Rin said it was fine, then it was fine. So she continued to squat and focus on her game.
Rin, lying on the sofa, stared blankly at Jalter, who was even more petite than herself, or rather, at the perfectly shaped 38E on her petite body... Rin looked down at the tight, straining binder below her collarbone, feeling a faint sense of breathlessness.
It was just right a while ago... Damn it, why did it grow again! This body shouldn't have the "flat" attribute, should it?
At this thought, Rin couldn't help but think of her mother, Aoi, then of the future 16-year-old Sakura, and finally could only conclude that the Tohsaka Rin in the original story was just a late bloomer, or rather, Sakura's premature development of secondary sexual characteristics was due to inhumane abuse.
Rin's flatness wasn't true flatness; it just hadn't been her time to fully develop. And now, due to the accelerated physical development brought about by Magic Power Refinement (or Mana Tempering), this area also grew faster!
She recalled how, during Jalter's duel with Saber, a pair of surging jade orbs made the little virgin Saber blush and her heart pound, leading to several close calls where she almost fell to Jalter's two "great weapons."
Will I also be like that when I fight people in the future? Won't it disrupt my balance during close combat? If they bounce too much, it might even block my downward peripheral vision or something... "Um, Jalter, I have a question I want to ask you..." Rin felt it was better to consult an elder about such matters.
"What is it?" Jalter replied, still watching her game screen without turning her head.
"It's just... if they're not restrained, won't it affect combat?" Rin asked hesitantly, a little unclear in her phrasing.
Rin, who was usually straightforward, cheerful, and uninhibited, suddenly became shy. Even the usually carefree and engrossed Jalter couldn't help but turn her head back in surprise, only to see Rin, her face flushed but looking at her with extreme seriousness. Or rather, looking at the area below her collarbone... "Hmm?" Jalter instinctively followed Rin's gaze downwards, and saw a glimpse of white and a deep, bottomless cleavage between her highly raised shirt and two unbuttoned buttons... Could Master be talking about... Jalter first looked down at herself, then looked up at Rin's tightly bound and restrained chest. Although it looked like a 33A, seeing the straining, about-to-burst state, it was clearly not her true size.
Jalter felt she might have discovered something even more fun than the video game... "Will it really affect combat? If it truly affects combat, then some methods will have to be taken... Ah! Jalter, why are you pouncing on me?! Ouch, don't touch my binder!"
"Wahahaha! Whether it affects combat can only be determined after a physical assessment! How can something so important not be physically verified!?"
Clang, clang, bang...!"
Lancelot, feeling a vague sense of unease, listened to the sounds of crashing and smashing from the inner room. However, only Miss Jalter should be in the inner room, and Master hadn't sent any summon. Although he was curious, his intuition told him it was best not to investigate.
It is said that the arm cannot twist the thigh; no matter how explosive Jalter's stats were, Rin was still the Master, and the contract's power was still irresistible. In the end, a playful scuffle resulted in a small, red handprint on Jalter's teary face.
"Stop pretending to be pitiful, quickly get to the point!"
"Oh, that. As for the Master, it might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but with our level of physical ability, losing balance is a complete joke. Moreover, once you get used to it, it's also a useful weapon against enemies. During combat, try to expose this as much as possible, and when facing an enemy, shake it vigorously. It will definitely distract or even disorient your opponent, and then you can easily take them down."
"...What kind of shameless tactic is that?!"
"Well, well, we are witches, not knights. When fighting, you should be unscrupulous, right? And this is our unique advantage, why not make good use of it, especially against those with a 'flat' attribute who can't shake it, like a certain Little Knight King. Just thinking about her blushing, heart pounding, conflicted, shy, envious, jealous, and hateful expression when she fought me is just…**!"
"..."
Is this the great victory of French public sentiment over British washboards?
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