Teacher Mashiro's Artwork

"No, things are quite different here now, and besides school activities, there are also off-campus activities. BB, if you want to start from the first year, it's a good opportunity to understand humans. It's rare to have a physical body, so let's take it step by step, from beginning to end." Shirou thought for a while and then advised.

"Hmm... since Shirou-senpai says so," BB-chan obediently nodded.

"That's right, with Komachi around, you'll never be lonely or bored," Komachi said with a smile, taking the purple-haired girl's hand.

"Is... is that so? Well then, BB-chan, I'll look forward to it a little," the purple-haired girl said, though she herself secretly longed for human life.

"Artoria is in the second year, right?" Shirou asked.

"Yes, Shirou, a promise is a promise. I'll take care of Mashiro, so I'll be in the same class as her. Assault Girl, you're coming with me too." The blonde girl nodded, though it was her tyrannical side as the King of Knights...

"Eh? I'd rather be with Shirou," Jeanne d'Arc said, refusing.

Artoria sneered, "Silly girl, with your current grades, even if you were to enter the third year, you'd only be a burden to Shirou and a nuisance to everyone else."

"What!? Stupid? Stupid girl? Although I come from the countryside, I'm not stupid at all!" Jeanne d'Arc retorted.

"Well, you are indeed studying, and I acknowledge your efforts, but with your current grades, can you really stay there?"

"Ugh... I know, I'll be with you then!" Jeanne d'Arc had no reply and could only grit her teeth and agree.

"I understand. Next is BB's tuition. I'll talk to Da Vinci about it later," Shirou said.

"Don't worry about that. Money is just a number. As long as we hack into the banking system, we can have as much as we want. With the computer security technology in this world, it's really nothing. Apart from not being able to create it immediately, BB-chan is actually no different here than she is in the computer world," BB said proudly, hands on her hips.

"No!" Shirou objected.

"Huh? As long as you don't get caught, it's not a crime, right? BB-chan only changed some numbers. Shirou-senpai, you're too stubborn," the purple-haired girl complained.

"In short, all such behavior is prohibited. Chaldea side take care of your tuition and living expenses. As for your monthly allowance, well, I'll give it to you," Shirou said firmly.

"Eh? Senpai is giving BB-chan, an active high school girl, pocket money?! Is senpai BB-chan's... you know? Ah~!" The purple-haired girl's eyes widened, and she screamed excitedly, then shyly cupped her face and continued.

"If it were Shirou-senpai, BB-chan would definitely give you pocket money."

"Why are you talking to me like that? Am I a host in Kabukicho?" Shirou tapped the purple-haired girl on the head with Hand Blade.

"He flirts with a bunch of women but doesn't reciprocate their feelings. In a way, it doesn't seem so wrong..." Komachi muttered softly to herself.

"Huh?" Shirou looked at his younger sister in confusion, not having heard clearly.

Komachi casually waved her hand, dismissing the boy, saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing. Just stay like this, brother. Anyway, nobody expects you to change."

The next morning, in order to teach BB the rules of conduct, and of course, his interest in humans was also part of it.

"What? Senior, are we launching a night raid now? Is night raiding your hobby?" BB-chan asked in surprise, wrapped in her blanket.

"No, it's already daylight. How was your sleep?" Shirou asked the girl.

BB-chan smiled mysteriously and said, "It's quite nice. Because it has a physical body, everything feels very new. BB-chan even had a dream about it last night. Shirou-senpai, would you like to hear it?"

"No need~! I'm interested in something better than those." Shirou simply threw off the covers, and the purple-haired girl, who even slept in her usual clothes, rolled off the bed and onto the wall.

"Whoa! Eh... what's that?" BB sat down on the ground, rubbing his sore bottom, and looked up at the boy in confusion.

"Well, I used to be a forger and a repairman, and now I have another one, this one!" Shirou knew they were in a room and weren't worried about being seen, so he summoned the gun, held it in his hand, and smiled at the purple-haired girl.

"Good morning... Brother, BB-chan." Komachi also got up at this time, yawning as she half-covered her mouth with her hand and walked in.

Just then, they saw the boy excitedly holding up a black and white bladed pistol.

"Brother! What are you doing? It looks like you're holding something really ominous here!" Komachi complained.

"No, it's just a pistol. In a way, firearms are like fine swords and knives—weapons refined to the extreme, monsters that perfectly combine steel and gunpowder, a rational and direct aesthetic of violence."

Even outside the realm of weapons of war, most boys have probably dreamed of owning one. Just as a decorative item to play with, or an artistic craft, it possesses considerable charm.

Like swordsmen engaged in a decisive battle atop the Forbidden City.

A cowboy in the West, gun in hand, back to his opponent, taking ten steps to initiate a duel.

Although it is a weapon of death, it also represents humanity's pursuit of the highest glory of heroism.

In short, it's a kind of romance that belongs to men.

Whether it's a sword or a spear, they were originally weapons for fighting, so initially the pursuit was for them to be sharper, harder, and more powerful, while also being stable and durable—just for such a simple goal.

Whether it's a sword or a gun, they've all been honed to an indescribable charm. The sharp blades reflect the moonlight, giving off a chilling aura, and emit a soft hum when drawn from their sheaths.

The cleaner and simpler the design, the more aesthetically pleasing the weapon becomes, in addition to its performance.

While the preference for wearing gold and silver is not suitable for all men, and there may be significant differences in tastes across different age groups, not everyone enjoys wearing gold chains, gold nose rings, or gold earrings.

However, if it were a gold AK-47, most people wouldn't find it incomprehensible, or at least would find it acceptable, considering it something that's possible.

"Hmm... After using it in the computer world before, I felt like I got hooked without even realizing it," Shirou said.

"So, brother, you've become a gun enthusiast?" Komachi blinked and tilted her head to ask the boy.

"Why would you come to that conclusion! I'm just an ordinary person, aren't I!?" Shirou retorted excitedly.

"Alright, hurry up and make breakfast," Komachi complained.

"It's all Shirou-senpai's fault. He took out a gun and pointed it at my face first thing in the morning," BB-chan said shyly.

"Whoa..." Shirou flipping the egg in the pan to make tamagoyaki, almost flung the egg away.

"Sorry... Hehe~!" The purple-haired girl stuck out her tongue cutely.

After finishing breakfast.

At this moment, Artoria and Jeanne d'Arc, each wielding a wooden sword, were fighting in the courtyard, practicing a certain amount of martial arts every day to prevent their bodies from becoming rusty.

Upstairs in her room, Mashiro was practicing as usual. Now, seemingly to change her mood, she wasn't using her digital drawing tablet, but instead pulled out her easel, placed it by the well-ventilated window, and sat down to paint an oil painting, something she had been learning since childhood.

It's also a way to refresh my rigid brain after drawing comics every day.

At this moment, Mashiro was painting. Although her expression was no different from usual, her eyes were exceptionally bright, like twinkling stars in the night sky. She was truly a top performer in her field, and no one could question that.

Shirou sighed. The girls these days really gave him the feeling of "Ah, so serious girls are really cool."

"Shirou, can you do me a favor?" Mashiro asked calmly, her eyes fixed on the painting.

"Of course," Shirou readily agreed.

"Please help me mix some of this orange-red," Mashiro said, handing over the palette and pointing to the color in a semi-circular groove.

"I know, let's start with the orange-red. It's too concentrated, so let's add some white." Shirou took out the white paint and squeezed it onto the palette like toothpaste, mixing it with the red paint. The crimson immediately became lighter.

"It should be lighter, like it's just started burning. It looks like it could go out at any moment, but it has the momentum to set the whole sky ablaze," Mashiro reminded him.

"Okay, I'll try again," Shirou agreed, even though he couldn't understand the description at all. He could only say that this kid was truly an artist.

During this time, Mashiro sketched a few lines on the canvas. At this moment, the girl's expression was no different from usual, but her eyes were very bright.

Shirou sighed, realizing that even young girls these days could give him the feeling of, "Ah, so serious girls are really cool."

"The paint is mixed, Shirou, so..." Mashiro nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the boy again, seemingly waiting for him to offer further assistance.

"Oh... um?" Shirou looked at the girl who was staring at him with a puzzled expression.

Mashiro flipped through the photos on the tablet, then looked up at the boy with a serious expression and said, "Take it off!"

Chapter 292 Mashiro- sensei's Artwork

The room, which Shirou knew very well, now had a four-poster bed because of the girls' stay, and a faint, pleasant fragrance wafted through it. Although it was his own home, it felt like he had entered another realm.

The room on the second floor where the girl lived was kept simple, just like Artoria's usual style of leadership. Apart from the lion doll on the bed and some personal belongings, there wasn't much else there. Her only hobbies besides fighting were eating.

This also freed up the space Mashiro needed to draw. Next to the bunk bed were her computer and drawing tablet, and there was still plenty of space between the middle and the windowsill. The boy was standing Mashiro as she drew.

At this moment, the window was wide open, and sunlight shone in from the side through reflection, bringing a light to the room that was neither too dark nor too dazzling. Beams of light of varying lengths shone through the window onto the mahogany floor in the room.

A gust of wind blew in, causing the window screen to flutter high. The light shining through the screen rippled like flowing water in the shadows. Looking out through the lifted screen, one could see a deep blue sky.

Every now and then, you could hear the sounds of Artoria and Jeanne d'Arc' Arc clashing their wooden swords during their morning duel outside the window. The sounds were somewhat similar to the clear chirping of a bamboo water-filling tube that automatically sways up and down with the flow of water in an old house courtyard as it strikes a stone.

A barefoot blonde girl sat calmly in front of the easel, gazing serenely at the scene before her. Everything, at this moment, truly possessed a charm as if it were a scene from a painting.

At this moment, the girl in the painting spoke again, her slightly moving red lips uttering a clear, ethereal voice.

"Shirou... take it off."

"Hey hey hey!"

What a spoilsport! Even if the boy wanted to pretend he was hallucinating, he couldn't do it this time.

Shirou looked at the girl, who had a blank yet surprisingly serious expression, and asked, "Why?"

"Why?" Mashiro tilted her head in confusion upon hearing Shirou's question.

BB-chan her face, excitedly thinking, "Are all humans this good at this? I had no idea before! Mooncell summoned the Writer Servant, but I hadn't paid much attention to the Painter Servant. I didn't expect him to be such a formidable character!"

The purple-haired girl had initially been somewhat dismissive of the boy's suggestion to interact more with human society, but now she felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of wonder, as if she had discovered a new world.

What she admired was not the King of Knights, nor the holy maiden, but the true 'genius' who seemed like an ordinary human!

Look what she did! She actually made Shirou-senpai take his clothes off! What a terrible child!

"Don't turn the tables on me! Why are you suddenly asking me to take my clothes off? What do you want me to do with them?" Shirou asked helplessly.

"Don't do anything, just stand there." Mashiro said, raising her thumb to lift the pencil, and pointing only one eye at the boy.

Shirou was stunned for a moment, then finally understood what was going on and asked, "You don't mean you want me to be your model, do you?"

"Okay, so let's take it off!" Mashiro nodded. The fuel was ready, and they were about to start painting. Everything was in place, except for a naked man.

"Why do I have to take my clothes off? I can just stand here, can't I?" Shirou retorted.

"Shirou? Are you shy?" Mashiro asked, puzzled.

"Of course I'd be shy! And it's not a matter of shame! In a situation where a man and a woman are alone together, what exactly does a man want to do by letting a woman take off her clothes in front of her?!" Shirou shouted, blushing.

"It's okay! BB-chan is here too! So take your clothes off, senpai! This is all for art!" BB-chan, her eyes shining, stared intently through the wide gap between her fingers, her eyes wide with anticipation.

"Shirou, it's okay. You'll get used to it after taking it off a few times. Don't worry about what others think; just be yourself."

"You want me to take off all my clothes in a girl's room and act completely natural? I have absolutely no idea what that would mean!" Shirou complained in frustration.

"How about we just stand there and chat? Once we shift our attention away from that, we won't feel shy anymore," Mashiro suggested after a moment's thought.

"Um... Mashiro- kun, do you have a lot of experience?" Shirou asked in surprise.

"Experience?" Mashiro tilted her head, then answered matter-of-factly, "I've had relationships with Asians, Africans, Europeans, older men, and older women, mainly adult women and the elderly."

As a gifted painter who studied in Europe from a young age, he could never skip the fundamental skill of drawing the human body.

Shirou once again realized that the girl in front of him was indeed very different from ordinary people, at least in terms of common sense and ethical concepts.

"Shirou, you promised you'd help me, right?" Shirou with eyes Mashiro a little animal.

Shirou couldn't resist looking away and said, "That's what they say, but you don't necessarily have to make the models take their clothes off."

"If you're shy, then I'll take mine off too?" With the idea of gender equality in mind, Mashiro suggested to the boy, and then began to take off her own clothes, proposing a competition of 'I'll take off one piece, you take off one piece too.'

"Absolutely not!!" Shirou shouted, stopping the girl.

"Hey!? Aren't you going to take it off?" The purple-haired girl, who had been pretending to cover her eyes, exclaimed regretfully.

"Why do you look so disappointed too?!" Shirou yelled at BB.

"Shirou..." Mashiro looked at him with a pitiful expression, her big eyes sparkling like those of an abandoned little animal.

In the end, he compromised by going shirtless.

Although as Magecraft, I was always involved in war and couldn't care less about such things, it was still quite embarrassing to be stared at by a girl inside the room.

While feeling confused, there was also a sense of unreality, as if I were still in a dream world.

"Can I touch it?" Mashiro suddenly stood up, walked over, and asked.

With a gentle pinch and twist, the girl's fingers glided over Shirou's abs, giving them a light squeeze. Years of training had sculpted his abs, which, while not as explosively defined as a bodybuilder's protein powder and targeted workouts, possessed a unique charm—the agility and explosive power of a martial artist, combined with resilience and firm, pink skin.

Furthermore, due to being summoned and possessed by Servant from multiple parallel worlds, his physical muscles were also affected, resulting in certain special parts of his body that could only be trained and used in life-or-death situations, which have been awakened and revived.

In this peaceful era, he is perhaps the only unique individual in the world. Mashiro's inquisitive spirit as a painter seems to have been ignited without his knowledge, displaying an determination to fully understand this body.

"... You've already touched me, haven't you?" Shirou said helplessly. But being touched a couple of times wasn't a big deal. Although it felt a little awkward and something felt off, he could still bear it and support his friend's painting career.

"Hehehe, Shirou-senpai is the type who looks slim in clothes, so BB-chan won't hold back either." The purple-haired girl, who was watching the show from the side, waved her fingers and looked like she was about to drool.

"BB, you don't draw again, go back!" Shirou reached out and grabbed the purple-haired girl's head, shoving her back without any politeness.

"Waaah, so what if you can draw...?" BB lay back on the bed, pouting in frustration.

He pinched and twisted... rubbed and rubbed... Mashiro felt the touch in his palms, turned his hands over, and revealed an incredulous expression.