Chapter 102 Diarmuid? Nanny Diarmuid! (Double monthly tickets orz)

"Bang~!"

In the backyard of the Matou family's house, in a room where no one knows what Matou Zouken is using it for.

The seventh generation head of the Matou family is competing with the hero in front of him.

Although it was early winter, sweat kept dripping from Kenshin Matou's forehead.

It would be much better if you just wipe it gently.

But he didn't dare.

Because the big blue dog in front of him, Diarmuid, the vanguard spearman of the Knights of Felna in Irish mythology, would really attack him while he was wiping his sweat.

This is not to say that Diarmuid is despicable, he is not necessarily that kind of person.

For Diarmuid, who possesses the spirit of chivalry, once meanness is engraved on him, death will be the only relief.

The reason why he attacked was when the Master was wiping his sweat.

Of course it was Jianchen Matou's request.

Killing Kotomine Risei had more or less affected his mentality.

After returning home, Jianchen Matou didn't even have an appetite for lunch.

However, in order not to worry Sakura-chan, he still managed to eat one-third of his usual amount.

at this time,

He is competing with Diarmuid.

He has been looking forward to this competition for a long time.

As a man, who doesn’t have a dream of wielding swords and guns?

Who, as a child, didn’t yearn for Guan Yu, the righteous and powerful Guan Yu, or Zhao Zilong, who saved his lord with a spear and went in and out seven times?

Naturally, Jianchen Matou yearned for it.

But at this moment, although he had realized some of his childhood dreams, his heart was filled with a trace of pain.

Without him,

Diarmuid's hand was a little too heavy.

"Lord."

Diarmuid, holding a wooden stick, was also moved when he looked at the master in front of him.

Although when he was eight years old, he was no worse than the Master in front of him.

But people don't compare like this. If you compare an eight-year-old child with Diarmuid, at least half of them will have no face to live.

Among ordinary people, no, among magicians, his Master is definitely one of the most outstanding ones.

Although he felt a little emotional in his heart, Diarmuid was ruthless in his words.

"As for training in martial arts, although competitions and exchanges between you and me have some effect, it is not great after all. I received many kinds of training when I was young, and there were many partners whose training results were far better than mine, but..."

Diarmuid did not say anything else, his face full of reminiscence.

However, Jianchen Jianchen understood what he meant.

He put down the wooden sword in his hand, and before he could wipe the sweat off his face, a tender little white hand came over with a towel.

This is little Sakura who has been watching the battle.

"Brother~"

My brother looked so tired that he seemed to have no strength left, but his face showed the complete opposite of his physical fatigue.

Xiao Xiaoying was very confused.

"What's wrong Sakura?"

His hands were covered in sweat, so Kenshin Matou restrained himself from ruffling Sakura's hair.

"Brother, why do you want to practice this? Obviously, magic is very good."

Well, he is indeed a good candidate of the Tohsaka family.

Sakura's point of view is different from that of ordinary people.

As a descendant of a magician, Sakura, like Matou Kenshin, has seen the power of magic. So, it is natural that Sakura feels that compared to beautiful, practical, and powerful magic, the contest between cold weapons is really unnecessary.

Kenshin Matou did not rush to answer Sakura's question, but looked up at Diarmuid.

Diarmuid noticed the Master's gaze and nodded, unexpectedly agreeing with Sakura's opinion:
"That's right. Compared to us Heroic Spirits, magic is more suitable for you, my lord."

This is Diarmuid's truth.

When he was still Kenneth's servant, he knew how extraordinary Kenshin Matou was.

You know, as Kayneth's servant, Diarmuid fully understands Kayneth's proud and almost arrogant attitude.

The reason for this attitude is nothing but his talent in magic.

But even such a person, after meeting Kenshin Matou, still extended an olive branch even though he knew that the other party was a competitor in this Holy Grail War.

This alone is enough to illustrate the horror of Kenshin Matou's magical talent.

For this,

Jianchen Matou scratched his head.

Of course he knew that it was a waste of time to learn martial arts instead of pursuing magic, which was a field where he had an advantage.

Can,
Who can resist a battle with swords and sabers?

He had no intention of refutation. Instead, he took the towel from Xiaoying's hand, quickly wiped the sweat off her face, and then took her out of the house.

The air outside is completely opposite to that in the room.

Sakura and Diarmuid followed Swordsman Matou, and as soon as they left the room, they understood what he meant.

"That is..." Diarmuid narrowed his eyes slightly.

Xiao Xiaoying asked directly: "Is this... an archery target?"

"Yes."

Jianchen Matou nodded, then took out two bows and two quivers from the wooden rack on the wall.

"Ying, not only my brother, you have to practice too. When you get to high school, you can join the club and show off in front of your classmates."

There was a strange smile on Kenshin Matou's face, which came from the bad nature of human beings.

Although Sakura thought her brother's smile was a little strange, her eyes surprisingly did not stay on him.

"Are you interested?"

Feeling that Sakura's gaze was all on the bow and arrow in his hand, Kenshin Matou asked.

"Yeah." Xiaoying nodded honestly.

Diarmuid: “…”

He didn't know why, but his daily life was harmonious and the Master in front of him was also very nice. The chance for him to realize his long-cherished wish was right before his eyes.

But Diarmuid still felt weird.

What is a Heroic Spirit? What is the Holy Grail War?
Heroic spirits are the existences of heroes whose great achievements have been passed down as legends after their death and who have become objects of faith. Usually, Heroic spirits are summoned by the world as a force to protect humanity. And what humans summon is a Servant.

The Holy Grail War is a secret war fought in Fuyuki City approximately every sixty years between seven pairs of Masters and Servant in a fight for the omnipotent wish-granting machine, the "Holy Grail".

This war is full of dangers and fighting is common.

In the worst case scenario, out of the fourteen people participating in the Holy Grail War, only one can survive.

Total annihilation is not impossible.

Diarmuid participated in the Holy Grail War with the belief of seizing the Holy Grail.

Can,
Diarmuid now has a complicated expression.

The Master in front of me was good in every way, except that he seemed to have misunderstood my job title.

He, Diarmuid, the hero in Irish mythology, is a lancer.

Not a babysitter!

Not even a teaching teacher!

Thus, Diarmuid taught Matou Kenshin and Sakura the art of archery for an entire afternoon...

　Double the monthly tickets, please abuse me as much as you want——!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)