Type-Moon Assassination Fist 181
by TINY FAN FICTIONType-Moon Assassination Fist 181
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 181 Truth and Vessel
Just as Sakura was falling from the cliff, bit by bit, at that moment.
Kuzuki calmly put Ilyasviel down on the ground.
The next moment…
The flow of time for ordinary people came to a standstill.
But time for Kuzuki continued to move.
Tohsaka Rin and Emiya Shirou’s anxious expressions froze, Saber’s armor slowly materialized in the air, while Kuzuki, amidst the silence, took a step forward and sprinted to the base of the cliff.
With his body perpendicular to the cliff, Kuzuki ran upwards, embracing Matou Sakura’s falling body, his arms subtly shaking to dispel the force of her descent.
Then, with a burst of strength in his legs, he pushed off from the cliff, flying horizontally through the air, crossing over a hundred meters before landing back at his original position.
As the fierce wind exploded around them, Emiya Shirou and Tohsaka Rin were blown back over ten meters before they could react, staring foolishly at Kuzuki.
The two of them simultaneously had a thought that made their blood run cold – even though they had already considered Kuzuki’s strength to be unparalleled, they still felt that they had underestimated him.
Saber also looked speechless, dispersing the Mana Armor that had just begun to take shape.
Kuzuki placed Sakura’s body alongside Ilyasviel’s, reaching out to touch Matou Sakura’s forehead, which was burning with a surprising heat.
“What’s wrong with Sakura?” Emiya Shirou asked, scratching his head.
“I couldn’t find any specific reason,” Kuzuki replied, not being a doctor, he only knew that Matou Sakura had a fever, but was unaware of why she was in this state.
They needed to find a way to wake her up and understand why she was here.
Matou Zouken was like a poisonous snake, hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike; if they didn’t eliminate him, the situation might develop in an unpredictable direction.
If they could wake up Sakura, perhaps she could provide some answers.
Kuzuki walked over to Medea (Caster), who was standing nearby in a daze, her mind elsewhere since they had entered the Large Hole.
“Is this the Holy Grail? Souichirou…” Medea (Caster) suddenly spoke up, sensing Kuzuki’s approach.
“It’s a truly astonishing sight, isn’t it?” Kuzuki said to her.
“Unexpectedly, the Holy Grail that we’ve been pursuing is actually something like this…”
As a Caster-class Servant, Medea’s mastery of Magecraft was unparalleled, and aside from a select few true magic users, no one could surpass her understanding of Magecraft.
Through the Great Holy Grail’s internal Flow of Mana, Medea (Caster) easily grasped the true nature of the Holy Grail, which was not an all-powerful cauldron that could grant any wish, but rather a source of evil that gathered all the world’s malice.
“First, use the Vessel of Youth to restore Sakura to normal; I have questions for her,” Kuzuki said, pointing to Matou Sakura, who was lying on the ground behind him.
Medea (Caster) withdrew her gaze from the Holy Grail and turned to look at Kuzuki, whose expression remained calm and strong, as it always did.
In that instant, Medea (Caster) felt a sense of reassurance.
“I understand,” Medea (Caster) replied with a smile, producing the Vessel of Youth.
After explaining the Vessel of Youth’s ability, Emiya Shirou and Kuzuki were chased away to a secluded area.
Since they needed to use the Vessel of Youth to treat Matou Sakura’s body, it was inevitable that her clothes would have to be removed, and a girl’s body was not something to be seen casually.
Kuzuki stood with his arms crossed, gazing indifferently at the ‘altar’ in the center of the large hole.
Emiya Shirou walked back and forth, feeling uneasy, until he finally couldn’t help but speak up: “Te-Teacher Kuzuki, what do you plan to use the Holy Grail for?”
“To save an individual.”
“And what about you?” Kuzuki asked in return.
“Me? I don’t desire the Holy Grail; if I had to say, I want to stop this Holy Grail War,” Emiya Shirou replied honestly.
“Why do you want to stop it?”
Emiya Shirou was taken aback for a moment before replying, “This war has already hurt many; only by ending it can we save others.”
Kuzuki gave Emiya Shirou a cold glance and said, “Man’s power is limited, what can one do? To save everyone is to save no one; you can only do what you are capable of.”
Emiya Shirou understood Kuzuki’s words, but it was precisely because he understood that he felt deeply perplexed.
Even if this ideal of saving others is unattainable, it does not mean the ideal itself is wrong.
Is Emiya Shirou bound by his ideals, or does he cling to them unwilling to let go?
At this moment, Emiya Shirou himself could not tell.
From elsewhere, a sound of joy was heard.
Sakura’s body, long eroded by the Magic Crest worms, was in terrible shape with its functions collapsing.
Although it was a problem that made one feel helpless, in front of Medea (Caster)’s Vessel of Youth, it was trivial.
If death can be revived, what is there to fear from mending a broken body?
Matou Sakura, who had awakened, had never felt so relaxed before; the vitality of life surged from every corner of her body, and pain, worms, all disappeared without a trace, leaving only the unmistakably real sensation.
Kuzuki and Emiya Shirou approached from a distance, one after the other.
“Sakura, why are you here?” Kuzuki asked straightforwardly.
Tohsaka Rin had already given Matou Sakura a brief explanation of the current situation, so she was not surprised by the circumstances and quickly recounted what had happened to her.
At noon, after Kuzuki found her, she came alone to Ryūdō Temple to find Medea (Caster) as Kuzuki had instructed.
But near the mountain gate, she was attacked by an assassin, knocked unconscious, and brought to this Large Hole.
Matou Zouken was waiting for her there.
“Wasted all my effort raising you, you useless thing, couldn’t even retrieve a single Servant.” After leaving these words, Matou Zouken took a fragment from her and threw it into the altar on the cliff, after which she lost consciousness.
As expected, the Old Worm is up to no good.
In this Holy Grail War, he couldn’t possibly win; with the Old Worm’s character, he should continue to lurk and wait for the next opportunity.
Why…
After a moment of contemplation, Kuzuki ceased his thinking and directed his gaze towards Ilyasviel, who was unconscious, much like a Heroic Spirit in a state of dormancy, awaiting the call of its Master.
Currently, aside from himself, only Ilyasviel was aware of the truth behind the Holy Grail War, a secret that only a select few, like the Masters in the DanMachi universe, were privy to.
Moreover, even Ilyasviel’s knowledge was limited to the surface-level truth, which was already astonishing enough, much like the revelations that Emiya Kiritsugu had uncovered during his own quest for the Grail.
‘If I were to explain it, the others might not believe me, so let’s wake her up… and it’s about time we retrieved the container, a vessel reminiscent of the magical containers used by the mages in the Type-Moon universe.’
Kuzuki approached Ilyasviel’s side, his fingers brushing against her forehead, a gentle gesture that belied the intensity of the situation, much like the intricate dance of fate that unfolded in the world of Fate.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and the silver-haired loli opened her crimson eyes, a sight that would have been familiar to those who had witnessed the awakening of a powerful Servant.
After a lengthy explanation, Ilyasviel chose to accept the truth, much like a brave adventurer in the world of Orario, who must come to terms with the harsh realities of their surroundings.
“The truth about the Holy Grail War, you say? Very well, I shall tell you everything I know, just as a wise old sage like Lord El-Melloi II might impart his knowledge to a worthy pupil.”
And so, the silver-haired loli began to recount the tale of the Holy Grail, including its origins, the history of the Evil of This World, and the schemes targeting Heroic Spirits, a narrative that would have been at home in the grand tapestry of the Nasuverse.
This included the commencement of the Holy Grail War, the origins of the Evil of This World, and the plots against Heroic Spirits, all of which were intertwined like the complex web of fate that bound the characters of the Fate series.
“This… this… this can’t be!” Saber stumbled backward, attempting to deny the truth with all her might, but ultimately unable to do so, for the facts were undeniable, much like the harsh realities that faced the heroes of the Fate franchise.
In other words, the Holy Grail could only be utilized through a Magus… and if the Holy Grail was merely a massive repository of mana, then only a Master could wield it, a concept that would have been familiar to the mages of the Type-Moon universe.
At that moment, Kuzuki suddenly approached Ilyasviel, his movements swift and decisive, like a skilled warrior in the heat of battle.
“It’s time to retrieve the container, a vessel that held the key to unlocking the secrets of the Holy Grail.”
The next instant, an unforeseen event unfolded, as Kuzuki delivered a devastating blow to Ilyasviel’s chest, ripping out her heart in a shocking display of brutality, a scene that would have been at home in the dark and gritty world of the Fate franchise.
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