Type-Moon Assassination Fist 168

Type-Moon Assassination Fist 168

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 168 Karen Ardeasia x Departure

Fuyuki Church is quite large; Kuzuki only destroyed a small part of the church, while the rest remains intact.

Due to the church’s remote location and the short time frame, no one has discovered the fact that the church was damaged yet.

As Kuzuki stepped into the church grounds, he intuitively sensed that someone was inside.

There were 2 life signals, one very weak, and the other even weaker.

Kotomine Kirei just died yesterday, and today the church sent someone over; their efficiency is quite impressive.

Entering the grand and solemn interior of the church, in the open space in the center, a petite figure was kneeling in front of the cross praying.

Upon hearing Kuzuki’s footsteps, she said without turning her head, “The church is under maintenance today; please come back next time.”

After Kuzuki stood in front of the cross, he scanned the surroundings with his line of sight before returning his gaze to the praying figure.

The nun had long silver hair and golden pupils, with fair skin and a petite figure.

She wore the standard nun’s attire, and bandage marks were visible on her hands and feet, along with a smell of blood and de-poison water emanating from her.

She did not seem angry or upset by Kuzuki’s impolite behavior; she simply gazed calmly at him.

Kuzuki felt that her appearance resembled an individual he knew.

“What is your relationship with Kotomine Kirei?”

“He is my father,” the nun replied. “If you aren’t deaf, you should be able to understand what I just said.”

Kuzuki looked into her eyes and said, “I’m here to find someone.”

“That is not within the church’s scope of work; you have come to the wrong place.”

“Her name is Bazett, female, around 20 years old, a short-haired girl with rose-colored hair and wearing a men’s suit.”

The nun paused for a moment, stood up, and looked at Kuzuki with an annoyed expression, coldly saying, “Follow me.”

Kuzuki followed her to the back of the church and asked, “Are you the supervisor sent by the church?”

“Karen Ardeasia, acting priest of Fuyuki Church. Do you have any other questions, curious little one?”

The nun’s sharp tongue is even more formidable than Medea (Caster).

Karen Ardeasia led him to a bedroom.

Bazett was lying in bed, resting, covered with a blanket, only her neck and head exposed.

Bazett was fast asleep, her breathing steady, not looking like she had suffered a fatal injury.

“Is she alright?”

“Not bad.” Karen Ardeasia thought for a moment, Supplementing: “But her spirit seems a bit down, probably because of some smelly guy.”

Kuzuki glanced at Karen Ardeasia, it seemed she had misunderstood something, but Kuzuki didn’t tell her the truth, she would find out eventually anyway.

“What did Bazett tell you?”

Karen Ardeasia frowned, an unpleasant look on her delicate face: “You ask too many questions, curious little one, I don’t have an obligation to answer your questions.”

“She didn’t tell you anything…”

“Where did you get that conclusion from, hmph, since I found her, she belongs to me.”

“People aren’t objects.”

“People can be objects.” Karen Ardeasia glared at Kuzuki, maliciously: “There are ways to turn people into tools, you know. I can feel your body is pretty good… making you into a tool to be a slave would be…”

“That’s a pretty sharp feeling.”

Kuzuki looked at the girl in surprise.

When Kuzuki wasn’t serious, because of his [Encirclement] Technique, it was hard for others to sense his true strength.

At most, they would feel a hint of danger from their instincts, but that was only the intimidation from his body type, not realizing how abnormal his body actually was.

Kuzuki didn’t argue with Karen Ardeasia, he looked at the short-haired girl sleeping in the bed, and walked out of the room.

“So Bazett will stay with you until she recovers.”

Betrayed by a trusted friend, almost killed, and had her beloved Servant taken away.

Then, using her freedom as the price for revival, she personally carried out her revenge.

Her beloved Servant also died in front of her, Bazett must be very sad right now, her spirits low.

If Kuzuki hadn’t dreamed of Medea (Caster) in the past, he probably wouldn’t have felt this way, and would have awakened Bazett without hesitation to continue serving Medea (Caster).

But now, let her have a good rest before she recovers.

Before Karen Ardeasia could respond, Kuzuki left the room, heading outside, like a fleeting specter from a forgotten tale of the Far East.

Finding Bazett was merely a trivial pursuit, for Kuzuki had a more crucial target in his sights, a quarry that rivaled the elusive Heracles of Greek legend.

If he didn’t manage to root out Matou Zouken, that old worm, it was likely to produce unexpected variables, a maelstrom of chaos akin to the unbridled fury of the Berserker from the Fate series.

From the church, Kuzuki made his way to the Shinto district, navigating the streets with the stealth of a ninja from the Iga clan.

Without alarming anyone, Kuzuki arrived at the tallest building in the Shinto district, standing at the rooftop’s edge, gazing down at the city below, his eyes scanning the landscape like a hawk soaring through the skies of the DanMachi world.

Then, Kuzuki closed his eyes, focusing his Spiritual Awareness Perception to its limits, as if invoking the power of the Grail from the Fate series.

An invisible, intangible wave began to emanate from him, spreading out like radar, covering a distance of over a kilometer, forming a hemispherical space with Kuzuki at its center.

Countless life signs sparkled like stars in the galaxy within Kuzuki’s perception, as he slowly identified any anomalies, his senses heightened like those of a seasoned adventurer from the world of DanMachi.

Matou Zouken, having lived for centuries as a monster, had a life sign that differed vastly from that of ordinary people, making him stand out even if he were hidden among tens of thousands of life signs, a beacon of darkness amidst the light, like the malevolent presence of a powerful enemy from the Type-Moon universe.

The life signs of ordinary people were weak and small, but when aggregated, they formed a breathtaking sight, like a galaxy, with waves slowly undulating like the tides, a testament to the collective power of humanity, reminiscent of the grandeur of the anime world.

Kuzuki opened his eyes, gazing out at the ordinary masses, his expression a mask of calm, like the serene visage of a shinigami from the world of Bleach.

Alaya, the collective unconscious of humanity, was a concept that Kuzuki was familiar with, and for a moment, he felt as though he had sensed a miniature version of it, a fleeting glimpse of a power that rivaled that of the great heroes from the world of anime.

“No, it’s far too different, not even a seed…” Kuzuki shook his head, dismissing the feeling, for Alaya was a far more advanced entity, its true nature akin to the mysterious and elusive concepts found in the Type-Moon universe.

Fuyuki City remained peaceful, its tranquility a stark contrast to the turmoil that often plagued the world of anime.

During Kuzuki’s moment of intuition, he hadn’t sensed anything out of the ordinary, a rare moment of calm in a world often filled with the chaos and drama of anime.

Whoosh.

Kuzuki’s figure vanished into the distance, tracing a parabolic path, his movements a testament to his mastery of the martial arts, a skill that rivaled that of the great heroes from the world of DanMachi, as he used his explosive power and aura-assisted gliding to leap hundreds of meters, a feat that would put even the most skilled adventurers to shame.

When the starting point was the rooftop of a building, it was almost as if he were flying, his movements a blur of speed and agility, like those of a powerful servant from the Fate series, soaring through the skies with ease and precision.

Scanning back and forth across Shinto, even after 2 thorough searches, there was still no trace of Matou Zouken, but some signs of other Non-Human Existences were found, probably Dead Apostles or Magi.

Ignoring them, Kuzuki crossed the Mion River and continued the search.

By the time night fell, he had searched the entire Fuyuki City but still found no trace of Matou Zouken.

This old monster really knows how to hide, and he’s hiding deep.

If Matou Zouken summoned the True Assassin, he surely wouldn’t leave Fuyuki City.

If he were far from Fuyuki City, he wouldn’t be able to intervene in time if the situation changed.

He must be hiding in a dark place, closely watching the situation, ready to jump out at a critical moment and seize the fruit of victory.

“Is he hiding in a magecraft workshop… hmm?” Kuzuki stood at the top of Miyagawa Bridge, suddenly feeling something unusual on his wristguard.

The wristguard was a magecraft equipment given to him by Medea (Caster), possessing the ability to control shadow servants, allowing him to “hear,” “see,” and feel everything that the servant experiences.

“Ηπροοπτικ?(Change Perspective)!”

Reciting the spell Medea (Caster) taught him, Kuzuki’s vision suddenly darkened, and his perspective became strange, as if he were crouching behind someone, looking forward over their shoulder.

Then he saw in a deep forest, Emiya Shirou was desperately dodging around, using the complex terrain to avoid attacks.

Tohsaka Rin stood aside in surprise, pointing at Kuzuki, and the next moment, the vision darkened, returning to his own perspective.

“Northwest direction, the forest…”

That’s the direction of Einzbern.

“Didn’t find Matou Zouken, but the spare move paid off.” Ryuudou Issei had found Emiya Shirou and was engaged in combat with him. Tohsaka Rin sensed the servant attached to Ryuudou Issei and took out the observing servant.

“Why would Ryuudo engage in battle with Emiya? Was he being manipulated by someone?” Kuzuki glanced at his wrist, not thinking that the Servant controlled by the wrist had such an ability. “Only Emiya and Tohsaka are present, with no sign of Saber’s figure – has she already fallen, or is she hiding in a dark place without showing herself? Hmm…”

We’ll know once we take a look.

Kuzuki suddenly crouched down deeply, his legs swelling with a burst of strength.

Then, with a powerful jump, he trampled the steel bridge, warping it out of shape, and shot into the sky like a cannonball, creating a massive sonic boom.

He flew thousands of meters into the air before his figure began to descend, then glided for thousands of meters more before slowly landing on the ground.

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