Shuten's Gourd, the Guardian Girls / Utaha Kasumigaoka Needs Someone to Scrub Her Back ...

"Finally... finally... it's time for Komachi to show off her coolness!!!" Komachi suddenly raised her head and shouted loudly.

Komachi reached her left hand to the side of her skirt, into the card case strapped to her thigh, and pulled out an archer card. She placed it on the head of her True Magic wand, which then emitted a golden light.

"Torres--on!!!"

Several spiraling swords descended from the sky, crashing down with immense force upon the pursuing group.

With a deafening roar, a massive cloud of smoke billowed from the ground, the earth seemed to groan, and the muscular lords screamed in agony as they collapsed to the ground.

This is the world of the story, and Komachi is the NPC with the highest authority, a spirit who helps the protagonist. Like a fairy godmother in Cinderella or Pinocchio, she possesses power beyond that of ordinary people. In this world, her combat strength is absolutely top-tier.

However, the people here are not weak either; in the world's setting, they are young powerhouses with great potential. Perhaps that's why Utaha Kasumigaoka avoided that freak Roswaal, only being chased by her 'younger brothers'.

Then several crimson arrows flew out, chasing after the younger brothers in the storyline and piercing them.

Diarmuid spun his red spear, deflecting several arrows.

"Truly a mortal, reveal your true form!" Protected by the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, he was unharmed in the explosion. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a storm that dispersed the smoke.

A puff of smoke was blown away, revealing Komachi, who was wearing a red, tight-fitting combat suit that exposed her navel. Her hair was now styled in a pear-shaped bun, with long hair hanging down at the back, except for a braid tied at the back of her head that spread out like a blooming flower.

Chapter 744 Shuten -dōji's Gourd, Guardian Girl

Another arrow flew out, heading straight for the smug Kaineth's face. The arrowhead pierced several centimeters into the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, where it was blocked, but then exploded.

Broken Phantasm!!!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Another series of explosions followed. As Komachi, who had transformed from an elf into magical girl, had no magical limitations, she continued to bombard the area.

Even the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, which possesses super defensive capabilities, was affected by the repeated attacks. It changed shape under the impact of the explosion, and a portion of it was evaporated by the energy of the explosion. Kaineth, who was hiding inside, was also affected. Although he was not seriously injured, he felt a burning and painful sensation on his face.

"You bastard! You little brat! How dare you make fun of me!" Kaineth roared angrily, his face ashen.

Komachi, still in the firing stance, gripped the black bow and smiled, saying, "Komachi has actually wanted to do this for a long time! But this Servant on the card... it has a kind of familiar feel to it~ Ah?!"

"Well~! Whatever! As long as it works, that's fine! It seems like Komachi is even stronger than her brother was back in Chiba ~!" The optimistic Komachi laughed and charged forward.

Komachi gripped the summoned Heracles' stone axe with both hands, then, amplified by Projection Noble Phantasm's Monstrous Strength and charging momentum, she slashed at Diarmuid, forcing him back. At the same time, several purple gourds emitting pink smoke rolled across the ground, thick smoke billowing towards the group.

"There's something wrong with this smoke?!" Kaineth quickly covered his mouth, protecting himself within the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid. As long as he was inside this Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, he was invincible!

Komachi weaved through the pink smoke, secretly sticking out her tongue before instantly appearing behind the enemy. She then Projection a long spear and launched it.

The Gáe Dearg that Can Exorcise Demons!!!

A red spear was thrown out from the smoke.

Kaineth's expression changed, and his eyes turned ferocious, because he had never expected to be ambushed by his ally. His defenses were very weak, and the magic-breaking Noble Phantasm pierced through a hole, leaving a bloody gash on Kenneth's face.

At that moment, Diarmuid, who had been sent flying backward, caught up from behind him.

"You bastard..." Kaineth glared at the approaching knight.

"It wasn't me!" Diarmuid explained.

"You bastard! You dared to betray me first! As expected! I can't let you off the hook anymore. I was thinking of having you help me capture my sister before dealing with you slowly, but now it seems I should just let you die first!" Veins bulged on Kaineth's forehead; he had long disliked this guy.

A genius like him, he was an absolute elite among the nobility and had already gained some fame in the capital. In fact, even without the connection of Earl, given enough time, he could easily climb into the circle of high-ranking nobles.

The other party was clearly the son of a knight loyal to his family, and apart from being somewhat capable in combat, he was utterly useless. In times of peace, he was only fit to be his lackey.

But then the issue of the Earl's succession came to light, and the other person suddenly became his brother? And shamelessly, he even wanted to compete with him for his sister's affections—a complete ingrate! So what if he's handsome? Talent is what matters most! Talent!

"Hey, can you guys stop fighting amongst yourselves? This is really a headache," Alexander said with a shrug, sounding somewhat helpless.

"Shut up! You foreign brats! If you dare to get in my way, I'll kill you all too!" Kaineth glared at him fiercely and said.

"Eek... eek..." Kousaka Kyousuke took a few steps back; he was no match for these monsters at all.

"Then die! You lowly knight!" Kaineth looked at Diarmuid, and a ripple emanated from his body's Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, like a flying thread that cut through everything that passed by.

"Wait! I've already decided to dedicate my life to my sister! I won't let anyone else take my life! Besides, you're no longer the master I serve!" Diarmuid had dodged several times, but he was also enraged.

"Is that so? So you really want to risk all the condemnation and fight me for my sister's affections! Wait a minute, sister, I'll find you right away and imprison you. No one will ever see you again! No, not even a glimpse of you will be allowed! I'll gouge their eyes out!"

Kaineth was completely enveloped in a silvery liquid, which he continuously released, launching indiscriminate attacks—no, it was blatant slaughter. The hotel was sliced into small pieces, which fell to the ground.

But no one was moved or saddened by this anymore, nor did they utter a sound of lamentation. For the innkeeper was also one of the pieces lying on the ground, his head even cut into four pieces; the pieces of flesh could not speak.

At that moment, Utaha Kasumigaoka, who was being led by the hand by Shirou and was fleeing while wearing a cloak, shivered.

Komachi, who was hiding in the shadows, chuckled to herself.

The pink smoke was actually the smell of Shuten-doji. Projection this sake gourd required knowledge from various fields that was beyond the scope of humans. Even Red A couldn't do it. However, it was not difficult for Komachi, who had experience in fusion and possession.

Under the influence of alcohol, these people, whose mental resistance was clearly compromised, quickly became swayed and began fighting amongst themselves.

"They've gone mad! They've all gone mad!" Kousaka Kyousuke was terrified, his legs trembling, not knowing what to do.

"Come on, Kyousuke, don't panic. Let's retreat for now and let them fight it out." Alexander patted Kousaka Kyousuke's shoulder and put his arm around him as they walked outside.

With a hiss.

A sharp blade pierced Alexander's body from behind.

"What...?" Alexander coughed up blood.

He could have dodged the attack. But at that moment, Kousaka Kyousuke suddenly grabbed Alexander's arm.

At this moment, Kousaka Kyousuke's eyes turned gray, clearly indicating that he was being controlled.

"This won't do, Alexander. It's a real shame to lose an army that obeys your command. But now that most of those musclemen have been killed, you're no longer of any use. So you'll have to step in yourself. For Jeanne d'Arc's sake, I need the situation to become even more chaotic." Bluebeard Gilles de Rais appeared to the side, his large, almost popping eyes darting around, and said with a sinister smile.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowww yeah yeah!!!!" The beautiful red-haired boy suddenly screamed, his muscles all over his body bulged, and the blood vessels on the massive muscles were beating constantly, tearing the clothes on his body, and they were swelling like the Hulk, and he roared loudly.

Chapter 745 Utaha Kasumigaoka Needs a Back Scrub

Alexander, now a berserk giant, had completely lost his mind due to the poison in the dagger that pierced his back. He rampaged around, brandishing his short sword like a demon god who knew only slaughter, launching indiscriminate attacks. None of the muscular men who had once fought alongside him and shared his ideals survived if they stood in his way.

"Whoa! General!"

"Wake up, General!"

"Roara..."

Unfortunately, Alexander had completely gone berserk by this time. He had become the most brutal killing machine on the battlefield, wanting to slaughter all the enemies in front of him. In his mind, he had sunk into a hell of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, no longer able to hear the voices of his comrades, who were either punched into mincemeat, torn in half, or grabbed and thrown out like toys.

Ultimately, he was too upright and trusting, too easily trusting those around him. While this heroic spirit attracted countless heroes willing to submit to him and fight alongside him, it also made him vulnerable to being assassinated if those around him harbored ill intentions.

"Hehehehe!!! Very good! Very good!" Gilles de Rais, who had hidden himself after delivering the poison, laughed maniacally to the side. What he needed was chaos, to carry out destruction amidst chaos, in short, he absolutely could not let the gods have their way. Whether it was the god in the story or the god he understood.

Roars and shouts filled the air as monsters clashed in chaotic battles.

"I knew it! A bunch of three-star characters and ceremonial dresses, how could they possibly compare to Komachi?" Komachi, hiding to the side, giggled. Perhaps influenced by the villainous spirit in the story that leads to the second part of the plot, she seemed completely unaffected by the fighting here, instead enjoying it with amusement. However, her smiling face, flushed with the pink smell of alcohol, bore a striking resemblance to a certain guardian girl.

Fortunately, this is also a world within the story, and none of the beings here are living people. Rather than being called Servant, these people are more like forgeries.

For a moment, no one chased after Shirou and Utaha Kasumigaoka anymore. To avoid being seen, Utaha Kasumigaoka wrapped herself in a thick cloak to cover her face. Without Komachi's help, they had no choice but to do so.

They deliberately took a roundabout route, passing through bustling areas with stalls selling all sorts of delicious-smelling food, just to avoid being detected by their scents and giving away their tracks. After arriving at another corner of the city, the two decided to book another room.

Utaha Kasumigaoka needed to take a bath to wash away the smell from her body. Shirou brought out a large wooden bathtub for one person from the room, filled it with hot water, and sprinkled it with flower petals and spices he had bought to help Utaha Kasumigaoka girl cover up her natural body odor.

At this moment, the windows of the hotel room were completely covered. The girl's clothes were hanging on the back of the chair, a belt around her waist, and a long dress with lace was placed on the bed. Black nylon stockings hung from the back of the chair all the way to the floor.

Shirou, with his back to the girl, moved a stool over and sat at the door to keep watch for her. He could clearly hear the splashing water in the bathtub.

"Shirou-kun..." A girl's gentle voice, as soft as an orchid swaying in the breeze, came from behind.

"What... senpai?" The voice brushed past Shirou's ear like a gust of wind, stirring his heartstrings. Shirou had a bad feeling and spoke up.

"I can't reach my back, can you help me?" Utaha Kasumigaoka said softly.

"Huh? Isn't this a bad idea?" Shirou said in surprise.

"I already said I don't care, what are you afraid of? It's just like having someone apply sunscreen for you on the beach," Utaha Kasumigaoka said.

"No, no, that's not the point," Shirou thought to himself, 'I'm just afraid you'll keep harping on this!'

"Hurry up! This isn't the time to worry about that! I'll cover it up with a towel!" Utaha Kasumigaoka said.

"I understand!" Shirou took a deep breath and turned around.

"The towel is up here, please use it." At this moment, Utaha Kasumigaoka was also facing away from Shirou. Perhaps because she was soaking in hot water, she was holding a white towel in front of her, only revealing her fair back to Shirou. There were still some water droplets on the towel, standing up like jewels.

Utaha Kasumigaoka's shoulders and waist were very slender, even thinner than expected. There was no excess fat on her back. However, because of this, her slender back was not enough to cover her front. Through the gap between her shoulders, Shirou could vaguely see the protruding white flesh that was not completely covered by the towel.

The vertical spine below the neck left a long mark on the girl's back, making her back appear even more slender and fair.

"Then I'll wipe it," Shirou said.

"Mmm," the girl replied in a slightly nasal, coquettish tone.

Shirou tried to calm himself down, reminding himself that this was a dreamlike world, and nothing was real.

Wait a minute? Because it's all a dream? Does that mean we can do whatever we want?

Shirou was in a state of confusion, his thoughts wandering, but he still managed to put his hand down firmly.

"Ahhh!"

When the towel touched the girl's back, Utaha Kasumigaoka let out a scream, her face turning red, and she shrank her whole body into the water.

"What's wrong? Did I hit you too hard?" Shirou was startled and quickly withdrew his hand, saying worriedly.

"No... it's nothing, I'm just not used to it," Utaha Kasumigaoka replied, trying to sound calm.

"Senior! Could you please not make that noise? I was speaking through a towel!" Shirou said helplessly.

"It's beyond our control, okay! I know! I'll close my eyes, lean against this spot, and you can do whatever you want with the rest!" Utaha Kasumigaoka simply put down the towel wrapped around her front, letting it soak up the water and sink into the bathtub. She then lay face down on one side of the tub, her hands resting on the edge, completely exposing her back to Shirou without any defenses.

"No, it doesn't have to go that far!" Shirou said, waving his hands. At this moment, the girl was leaning forward, and even the peach-shaped semicircle below her slender waist was about to float above the water.

"So are you going to do it or not!? Be a man!" Utaha Kasumigaoka, with her eyes closed, was extremely shy and shouted loudly.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it!" Shirou replied hastily.

The two confused individuals were unaware of the strange conversation they were having, but fortunately, the windows and doors were tightly closed, and the curtains were drawn, so no one could hear them.

Chapter 746 The Rampaging Giant, Fragrant Poems

A drop of water fell into the wooden bathtub, creating a splash. The person in the water had already emerged from the tub.

With a flushed face and warm breath, Utaha Kasumigaoka, having washed herself, masked her own scent with floral fragrance, changed into new clothes, and left the inn with Shirou, continuing their escape. They tried to keep as far away as possible from the side where the battle was taking place.

"Is that little Komachi alright?" Utaha Kasumigaoka asked with some concern.

"It's alright, I trust Komachi to do things right. Even if she's outmatched, she'll escape," Shirou replied.

At this moment, the bustling city center was teeming with people of all kinds, including humans, orcs with hairy faces, lizardmen with scales and tails, and caravans dressed in exotic styles that differed from those of this country.

The crowd jostled and pushed their way forward, and Shirou and Utaha Kasumigaoka could only follow the main group, moving forward little by little.

"Shirou-kun, there are too many people here. What if we get separated? So I suggest we hold hands. There's no other way." Utaha Kasumigaoka said this while secretly glancing at Shirou.

"Yes, if that's the case, then there's nothing we can do." Shirou nodded in agreement and took Utaha Kasumigaoka's hand.

Well, because the crowd outside was very dense, Shirou and Utaha Kasumigaoka had to hold hands and walk outside to avoid getting separated. The girl, whose hand was being held, couldn't help but smile as she followed behind.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield...

"Roar!!!" The berserk Alexander transformed into a terrifying giant emanating a black aura. As those around him fled or were killed, the only enemy left on the scene was his supposed brother.

Because the rampaging Alexander was so terrifying, even the others, including Diarmuid had been tainted by the black energy, felt immense pressure and were on high alert.

Alexander the Great was a figure who lived even earlier than the First Emperor. He was the first superpower in the West to conquer vast lands, spanning several continents. He can also be considered the greatest military strategist in the West.

However, due to the great distance in time, there are very few records left about him. But from the surviving written records of the scribes, there is a story of a peerless hero who dared to charge alone into a square formation of thousands of shield-bearing infantrymen with only a bronze short sword, killing hundreds of enemies, and then returning to his formation unscathed. He is practically a mythical figure like Zhao Zilong of Changshan in the novel, Zhang Fei the bridge with a single shout and charged in and out seven times.

Although historical records describe the heroic moments of generals who were said to be able to defeat ten thousand men, they actually use various rhetorical devices.

For example, Cheng Yaojin, in his youth, was described as riding horses with Qin Qiong, carrying canals, and joining the King of Qin. With just a glare, he commanded the respect of tens of thousands of pursuers who dared not approach.

However, in his later years, he became known for his shamelessness, shifting blame to his subordinates after defeating enemies, which was eventually exposed and recorded in historical records.

According to the logic of the Moon World, myths and legends are realities forgotten by Human History, theories that happened in the past but were erased by the world's restoration. Golden Flash could be Wise King Gilgamesh who protected Human History and worked overtime until he died.

Alexander was not only a military genius who led armies into battle and a statesman who could manage the differences between various peoples, but also a demigod warrior with divine blood. Even without relying on Divine Beast mounts or military might, he himself was likely a powerful figure like the Hegemon-King.

"This monster! He really is a foreign bastard!" Kaineth said with disgust. He turned to the curly-haired knight with a beauty mark and said, "Hey! Let's put our fight on hold for now and take down this guy! I can't let something like this tarnish my reputation among the nobles!"

"Hmph! I know! We can't let such a monster get even a step closer to my sister!" Diarmuid raised his yellow short spear, a classic tactic of Celtic warriors. On the battlefield, they used long spears for close combat and throwing them for long-range engagements.

Each of them was a skilled javelin thrower. Even though Diarmuid's strength was limited compared to the berserk Alexander, the power of his javelin, combined with the momentum of the projectile falling from the sky, should not be underestimated.

Alexander raised a hand, trying to knock away the thrown spear, but the Noble Phantasm that descended from the sky was even sharper, piercing straight through Alexander's arm, going from his palm all the way to his forearm and out.

"Aaaaaaah!!!" Alexander screamed in agony.