Shirou Emiya doesn't want to work overtime

The heavy footsteps sounded like a wild boar charging wildly in the forest.

Wei Gong did not hesitate to pull out the Nichirin Sword from his waist, and faced the direction of the sound in a prepared manner.

Being hit by a wild boar is no small matter.

"The pigs are swooping! The pigs are swooping!"

There seemed to be the sound of someone shouting, accompanied by the sound of running beasts approaching from a distance.

Emiya, who was gradually dripping sweat from his forehead, also saw the appearance of the creature.

A man wearing a wild boar hood and very strong muscles, holding a samurai sword in one hand, ignored the surrounding woods and rushed forward like a wild beast regardless of everything.

But every time when he was about to hit a tree, his body dodged with extremely strong softness.

"That red vegetable dumpling in front, get out of my way!!!!"

A roaring, rough voice came from inside the hood, and he showed no signs of stopping. Just like a real wild boar, the eyes on the hood stared directly at Emiya and rushed over like crazy.

Chapter 32 Kubihira Inosuke stopped thinking

"Stop! If you hit me, it's not a joke!"

Running in a straight line in the forest at such a speed, even if he can dodge the trees in front of him very quickly, he is not afraid of ten thousand, just what happens.

What's more, he seems to like excitement very much. Every time he is about to collide, he uses his extremely soft body to dodge.

What if he was distracted and didn't react and crashed into a tree? Emiya suddenly remembered the crash test of a car on TV.

Probably worse than a crashed car!

Emiya was not afraid of colliding with him. He was sure that he could dodge his impact, but he was just worried that such a dangerous behavior would cause him to be injured.

"Don't stand in front of me!"

The man wearing a boar hood seemed not to care about Emiya's warning at all, and even increased his speed further.

The powerful force drove waves of air one after another, rustling the leaves one after another around him.

"hateful!"

Emiya looked at the man wearing a pig hood who was about to rush in front of him, and quickly dodged to the side. It was impossible for Emiya to really stand there and wait for the impact to happen.

"Are you also a member of the Demon Slayer Corps?"

Seemingly seeing the bright red Nichirin sword in Emiya's hand, he rushed past where Emiya was, making sharp turns and then braking, his feet scraping two ravines on the ground. Hot breath emerged from the gully created by the friction just now.

"I want your knife! It just so happens that I'm not used to using a knife at all!"

He stated his purpose very concisely in his rough voice, and then saw a stream of hot air coming out of the boar's hood. He lifted the Nichirin sword in his hand and pointed it at Emiya Shirou who was dodging aside.

"Are all members of the Demon Slayer Corps so difficult to communicate with?"

Emiya complained in his heart, whether it was Mr. Purgatory he met before, or the strange man he met now with a Nichirin sword and a boar hood.

Anyway, he just said something that is puzzling.

"etc!"

Emiya stretched out his hand to stop the man in front of him and wanted to ask something first.

He seemed to have told the reason why he wanted to take the Nichirin Sword from his hand, but Emiya couldn't understand this reason.

"What are you waiting for!"

This man wearing a pig hood didn't seem to care at all about what Emiya wanted to say, nor how much confusion his behavior caused to others.

He held the jagged Sun Blade in his hand, and his figure suddenly disappeared at this moment.

Like a flash, he appeared in front of Emiya Shirou.

"!"

Emiya Shirou's pupils shrank severely.

"What a speed!"

Emiya thought and raised the bright red Nichirin sword in his hand in time to block it.

"Listen to what people are saying!"

Seeing the young boy in the boar hood who didn't listen to his words and rushed towards him, Shirou Emiya had no choice but to shout loudly, hoping to make the man in front of him listen.

"Interesting! Interesting! If you have any questions, let's talk about it after the fight is over!"

The man wearing the boar hood had no intention of harming Emiya. He originally planned to stop immediately in front of Emiya when he was about to chop him down, and then reached out to grab the Nichirin Sword from Emiya Shirou, who was stunned in place.

He was not worried at all that he would not be able to control his strength and cut the sword down completely. This was due to his extreme confidence in his ability to control his body.

However, seeing his slashing attack being intercepted so easily, he suddenly became interested in the man in front of him.

Hearing such an unreasonable answer, Emiya Shirou had the urge to vomit blood.

If it weren't for the fact that it was broad daylight, Emiya might really think that the performance artist in front of him was a ghost.

There is no one who kills anyone on sight, and he is not a murderer.

No room for communication at all!

Emiya could feel that the man in front of him did not have any killing intention towards him, only the fighting intention bursting out of his body like fire.

"snort----!"

Two hot breaths rushed out of his hood.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying force that could not be ignored was shaken from his hand, causing Emiya Shirou's body to be bounced away like a ball. His feet slid hard on the ground, and it was very difficult to stabilize himself. body.

When he stopped, Emiya Shirou felt that his hands were already numb.

The man in the hood shook the arm holding the Nichirin sword, and he became very excited and shouted loudly to Emiya.

"You made me get serious. My name is Kubihira Inosuke, what's your name!"

In the eyes of Kuchihira Inosuke, being able to block an attack with such force is enough to prove that he has comparable strength. This is the power that he can exert by concentrating all his strength.

"Emiya Shirou, I think..."

Emiya saw the opportunity to communicate and planned to quickly explain the situation to the man in front of him.

But Inosuke Kubihira seemed to have no intention of giving Emiya time to explain the situation.

"Oh, hyena, right? It seems that our meeting is necessary. The wild boar and the wolf are bound to fight to determine the outcome. Let's continue the duel. The battle will never stop until we hand over the Nichirin Sword!"

Inosuke Zuhira laughed, grabbed his Nichirin sword and rushed towards Emiya.

In his hand, the pair of fang-like Nichirin swords shone with an icy luster. Under the wave of Inosuke Kihira, they turned into a sharp sword light, like a thunderbolt, mercilessly slashing towards Emiya's face. .

He didn't worry at all whether his harsh attack would injure the man in front of him.

But in the eyes of Inosuke Kubihira, how could a man who could withstand his own vigorous blow like that be unable to withstand such an attack?

"Uh!!!! Why can't we communicate!"

Emiya said that it is difficult to communicate with such a person who only wants to fight, and he does not want to fight with the man in front of him.

We are all in the same camp. Is there anything we can't communicate with each other properly? They have to be beaten and killed.

Emiya's heart collapsed.

However, this was really just a competition between them. No one used the breathing techniques used to kill ghosts. They just relied on their own skills and strength to fight.

"Qiang!"

Amidst the crisp sounds of fighting, Emiya turned his Nichirin sword to deflect the incoming attack to the side.

The whole body moved backwards with this force.

Seeing that Inosuke Kuibira was about to cut him off, Emiya quickly threw the Nichirin sword in his hand to the ground.

"Wait a minute! I don't want my Nichirin sword anymore!"

Kubihira Inosuke did not expect Shirou Emiya's behavior at all, and the movements in his hands stopped abruptly.

"Don't you want the Nichirin Sword? I've given it to you. Take it and don't fight!"

Emiya really didn't want to fight with anyone.

"Why did you give up the Nichirin sword in your hand? Our duel has not yet decided the winner! Pick up the Nichirin sword! Fight with me!"

He jumped up and down very angrily, picked up the Nichirin sword on the ground, and threw it towards Emiya, but Emiya didn't seem to have seen the Nichirin sword and had no intention of catching it.

After all, Emiya can produce and sell it on his own, so there is no big demand for Nichirin swords.

"The winner has been determined. If you win, I surrender!"

Emiya spread his hands to show that I had put down my weapons and admitted defeat.

"Pick it up and fight me!"

Kubihira Inosuke looked very impatient.

"No fight! I can't beat him!"

"You can beat me! Fight me!"

He grabbed his hood and didn't know what to do now.

Emiya found that he suddenly grasped the man in front of him.

His thinking seemed unusually simple.

Emiya was thinking about it in his mind, and he looked at Zuhira Inosuke and spoke a long sentence quickly.

"Well, you fought with me for the Nichirin Sword. Now that you have obtained the Nichirin Sword, it means you have won. Since you have won, then you have obtained the Nichirin Sword. You have obtained the Nichirin Sword. I There is no force that can fight you, you win, and you also complete your purpose and take away the Nichirin Sword."

I saw Inosuke Kubihira froze on the spot as if he was dead. Then he dropped the Nichirin sword in his hand and squatted on the spot with his fingers stretched out as if counting something.

"I won, so I got the Nichirin Sword. No, I didn't win."

"But since Coyote doesn't have the Nichirin Sword in his hand, it means I won. That's not right. I haven't fought yet, so how can I win?"

"But I can get the Nichirin Sword in his hand later, so I still win?"

He stretched out his fingers in confusion.

Emiya Shirou also looked at him with some seriousness.

"That means I won?"

Kuchihira Inosuke asked Emiya Shirou with some uncertainty.

"Yes, you won!"

He nodded vigorously.

"Hahaha! Since I win, you are the new little brother of my mountain king!"

As if his thoughts were clearing up, he grabbed the Nichirin sword thrown aside and stood up, pointing at Shirou Emiya who was standing aside.

At this time, Emiya's head was once again filled with black lines.

"What kind of king is this?"

Chapter 33 The final selection begins

"The King of the Mountain, the King of the Mountain!"

Kuchihira Inosuke stamped his feet angrily on the spot.

"Well, Inosuke, it's okay to call you this. Do you know which direction Fujisei Mountain is?"

Emiya still couldn't accept calling others the King of the Mountain, it was too shameful.

"Fujishoyama? I don't know, but my intuition tells me it's in that direction."

Hachinoda Inosuke shook his head, and then pointed to a direction with an affirmative statement.

He got the news about the final trial of Fujishoyama from a member of the Demon Slayer Corps who mistakenly entered his living area.

As a boy raised by a wild boar, his thoughts were extremely simple. He couldn't ask the member of the Demon Slayer Corps where he should pass and how to get there.