Two Black Motorcycles? / King Arthur and Celty

I've ruined my life completely myself, and now I'm like a parasite clinging to my parents. Maybe they'd be better off if I disappeared...

I've thought about this more than once, but I haven't done anything about it...

All I need to do is be a little stronger. Don't care what others think! Don't care about their opinions! Just go to work. All I need to do is interact with people a little. With a job and a social circle, whoever has a higher position, more power, and more money is the winner, and the loser just has to keep their tail between their legs. It's that simple of a rule.

If you can do that, then you're a normal person.

Why can't I do it?

I can't do it, and I can't do it well.

All I can do... is hold it in, and then cry it out before I suffocate. That's all. So I think I'm not thinking about dying; I'm just too weak. Too weak.

Unable to adapt to this society, internally distorted, spiritually crippled. Not wanting to die, just too weak. Weakness is a sin.

I don't know if it was because I dreamt of a melancholic type, but memories that had been blurred for more than ten years since my reincarnation resurfaced.

Water... no... tears flowed down from her eyes.

Year after year, the girl continued to cry as she survived.

Until that accident happened... In the end, the elderly parents were no longer able to raise their child, but they couldn't bear to hurt her, so they silently hanged themselves.

When she was so hungry that she couldn't bear it anymore and no food was brought to her, she went downstairs and found her parents hanging from the rafters. She couldn't even call someone to help collect their bodies and give them a proper send-off.

The desperate girl fell into the abyss.

Shirou is not human, but a yokai from the mountains... He exists in the girl's dreams, but he is also the one who guides them all. To him, nightmares are like spices, and good dreams are like desserts; both are his food.

Shirou —no, now it should be Baku—was leaning against the door of a karaoke room, head bowed. Though he had a physical form, he seemed illusory. Passersby could see him, but no one noticed his abnormality; everything seemed perfectly natural. It was as unreal as a dream.

No, perhaps it is precisely because of this that he can observe humanity from a different perspective.

If he were a human being, he would probably just be an ordinary member of the masses, playing an insignificant role as a small cog in society, like the office workers walking on the street, their eyes blinded by all sorts of worries.

In the dream, the two women were suddenly plunged from a paradise where everything was as they pleased into hell.

Then Izaya Orihara appeared here from behind the scenes. Of course, it wasn't that he possessed the ability to enter the dream, but rather that Shirou created such a phantom.

"Thank you for your performance, I really had a feast for the eyes," Izaya said with a smile.

One of the women, using her last ounce of strength, glared fiercely at Izaya: "I won't... spare you! I'll... kill you...!"

Izaya seemed to be deliberately putting on a happy expression, gently stroking the woman's cheek and saying, "Very good. People who have the energy to hate will definitely survive. I'm really amazing, saving your life like this. You should thank me properly."

"I absolutely... must kill... you..."

"Well, thank you very much then." The man looked down at the unconscious woman and said this. In reality, Izaya wore the same wicked smile.

"Is that all?" Shirou asked the man who looked down on the world and manipulated all living beings with a puzzled expression.

"Hmm, Shirou-kun, you're very polite. Let's continue our observation of humans in a pleasant way." Izaya Orihara said with a smile, seemingly in a good mood.

"Um, please take good care of me." Shirou wasn't sure if what he was doing was right or wrong, and Izaya seemed like a bad guy who might betray him at any time. But even if he were betrayed, he seemed capable of escaping, so it should be alright, probably...

"Well... let's just push them out," Izaya Orihara said with a smile.

So Shirou followed him, each pushing a suitcase, and walked outside.

Chapter 934 Two Black Motorcycles?

In the bustling streets of Tokyo, a black horse gallops, its form transforming into the shape of a modern motorcycle, yet it blends perfectly into the shadows like a shadow, emitting no light whatsoever.

Meanwhile, on a street in a certain area of Tokyo, a group of oddly dressed young people gathered on the roadside to smoke, drink, and chat.

"Hey hey~! Do you guys know about the black motorcycle?"

"Black motorcycle?"

"Oh! It's the one that's been causing a huge uproar in Shinjuku and Ikebukuro lately. There was even news about it yesterday."

"Ah, isn't it that woman in black who wears a strange helmet and wanders around without turning on the lights?"

"Actually, it's an urban legend that's been around for a long time. Until recently, because mobile phones have camera functions, a lot of people took photos of the black motorcycle, and then it suddenly became famous!!"

"Oh, I know that too. But it's not exactly an urban legend, nor is it anything strange or weird, is it? It's just a regular Bōsōzoku, right? But, I don't think they're all racing in groups like that."

"But riding a motorcycle without headlights is weird enough!"

"What if it were a person...?"

I don't quite understand what you mean?

"Ah, that's right! To put it bluntly, she's basically a monster! She doesn't have a head."

"It's just something a third-rate magazine came up with anyway, I don't believe that kind of stuff." A thug gathered on the street cursed, his face covered in a long, menacing tattoo.

"Hey... look over there."

"Really? Is it genuine?"

After drinking, some of the drunken thugs started making a ruckus.

The black motorcycle, illuminated by the lights, gleamed with a cool, mechanical beauty. A woman dressed in black and wearing a helmet sat atop it.

At that moment, a tattooed man among the thugs suddenly picked up a steel pipe, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and walked outside.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the other thugs asked.

"Nothing much, I'm just going to prove to you guys what DOLLARS is, what Headless Rider is. I'm the strongest in Shinjuku! I've heard that someone's offering a million for the Headless Knight. If you've got the guts, come on over. If not, stay here." The thug, his face flushed and reeking of alcohol, said.

"Hahaha, this is hilarious!!!" The other delinquents exchanged glances and then laughed. They picked up their weapons and followed the tattooed leader, gradually surrounding the black motorcycle.

The female rider on the black motorcycle was playing on her phone when she came to her senses and realized she was surrounded, or perhaps she didn't care about being surrounded at all.

"Hey! Take your helmet off."

The black motorcyclist continued playing on his phone, ignoring them.

"You bastard! Didn't you hear me? Even if you're a monster, you'd better get down on your knees!!!"

A man roared hysterically and then banged the girl's helmet with an iron pipe.

With a loud bang, the motorcyclist's head was jolted. She slowly turned her head and got off the motorcycle.

The motorcyclist slowly removed his hat, revealing the face of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. Pale golden hair fell down from it. She was a beautiful foreign woman, less than 1.6 meters tall, exactly the petite and cute type that the Japanese liked. Her eyes were golden, seemingly glowing in the night, possessing an alluring yet sinister charm.

The thugs looked at the girl and burst into laughter.

"What? It's just a person! Urban legends really aren't believable after all."

"Haha, don't cry. You look pretty, we'll protect you!"

"Hey? Can you understand Japanese?"

At this moment, these men were completely unaware of their impending predicament. There is a distinction between genuine and fake in this world, but that doesn't mean that fake goods are inferior to genuine ones.

Especially when the person whose helmet had been pried off was a cool girl with platinum blonde hair and golden eyes.

"Hey, hey, don't be so impatient. Stop messing around with the Headless Knight's bounty; she's going to use it to make money, isn't she?"

"It's okay, we'll play for a few days, and then we'll take her to collect the money when we're done playing."

"Hehe, that's true..."

The tattooed man with the grotesque grin didn't stay arrogant for long. When he felt the girl's gaze fixed on him, he trembled with fear. He was clearly the one in control, wasn't he? He was still gripping the iron pipe, which had become warm from his body heat. However, the sensation in his hand gradually became blurred due to the cold sweat pouring down his face.

Then, in their sight, they saw the blonde girl pull a black sword from the motorcycle. The center of the sword gleamed with an eerie red light, as vivid as blood...

"Can you please stop associating me with that woman wearing that weird cat-eared helmet? It's really unpleasant, you rude people!"

The blonde, golden-eyed girl spoke coldly. Scattered beneath her feet were various pieces of steel. The iron pipes and crowbars that the thugs had been holding were neatly sliced into pieces. The men who had been holding the weapons were lying on the ground, some clutching their arms, some clutching their legs, groaning in pain. They too had suffered spectacularly broken bones.

Her cool motorcycle clearly has lights! Do I have to wear an insect helmet before you guys know how to tell the difference?!

The blonde girl huffed and puffed as she got into the car, started the engine, and sped away.

There was no one else around, only a few cars still parked in the same spot waiting for their owners. The surroundings were completely silent, except for the thugs' groans of pain, their panting, and their increasingly rapid heartbeats, which echoed in their ears.

"Waaaah..." The tattooed man hadn't dared to make a sound even though the woman had stepped on his broken leg. Now, lying on the ground, he felt like he had just escaped death.

The ground was cool, but he only felt a damp warmth inside his trousers. Of course, the others wouldn't laugh at him, because they were in the same situation; they had almost been killed...

On the other side...

The female motorcyclist wearing a cat-ear helmet and a tight-fitting suit is Celty, the kind person who took Shirou into her home.

Now she was also stuck in a bad situation. She shrugged helplessly. The streets of Japan are always full of these hot-blooded young people.

But the next second, the specially made short stick was snatched from her hands. The black-clad female motorcyclist held one end of the stick in each hand and bent the short stick, which was about the thickness of a rolling pin, as if she were bending chopsticks.

Faced with the bewildered thugs, she threw the stick on the ground, then drove off on her jet-black motorcycle, which neighed like a galloping horse. In comparison, the real Headless Knight was indeed much gentler.

Chapter 935 King Arthur and Celty

Celty, riding his black motorcycle, entered a tunnel. Just then, a heavy motorcycle emitting red lights appeared in front of him. Celty and the other rider exchanged a glance through their helmets before speeding past. The rider on the other side was also a woman, similarly stylish and mysterious in black.

The roar of exhaust pipes could be heard from behind, and the smell of burning gasoline lingered on the road, but the roar was getting closer and closer behind her.

"Huh?" Celty tilted her head in confusion. Why was that motorcycle that had just sped past her now turning around and following her?

The other driver was driving a heavily modified race car that was obviously modified at a glance. The driver appeared to be a petite young girl, but the aura she exuded was no less than that of a world-class racer.

A black heavy motorcycle, glowing red, was hot on Celty's heels.

The girl behind him raised a hand, holding a pistol, and pulled the trigger directly at Celty.

Bang!

Just then, Celty rushed out of the tunnel. The bullet flew less than five centimeters from her ear. Even though she was wearing a helmet, it still made her scalp tingle, if her head were still intact.

"Tsk!" The girl behind her made a sound of displeasure.

'Why? Who is she? FBI? Assassin? Is this revenge from those thugs? But hiring an assassin is way too much, isn't it?' Celty was filled with doubts and couldn't even finish her thought.

"Hmph!!!" The girl behind snorted coldly and put away her pistol. But the next moment, she activated some mechanism and a sniper rifle popped out. The streamlined barrel emitted an arc of light, like a modern mechanical work of art, under the moonlight.

"Hey hey hey!!! This is so unreasonable!!!" Celty wanted to protest loudly, if she had a head.

Both the girl's motorcycle and the gun in her hand were far beyond the realm of common sense.

To evade his opponent, Celty had increased his speed to over 200 km/h, but the opponent still couldn't shake him off and kept chasing, closing the distance even further.

Celty was startled. She quickly turned around and shifted her body, pressing the car to the other side. The ground in the direction she had been facing exploded into countless fragments.

"How dangerous!?" Celty sensed a deadly danger. The girl behind him was clearly using more than just modern weapons; she possessed some kind of mysterious power.

If it were just a regular weapon, Celty's body would essentially be like a shadow, so there wouldn't be any problems; even if his body were broken or smashed, it could reassemble itself.

However, she now clearly felt threatened, and instead of hiding in the shadows, she decisively abandoned the idea and chose to avoid the danger.

The road had now rounded a bend, and for the next few kilometers it was a long straight stretch.

"Tsk!"

This time, the female rider behind her simply took off her hat, revealing platinum blonde hair tied in a ponytail. She jumped up and landed on the motorcycle seat. She seemed to have made special modifications to the motorcycle, as she didn't even need to hold the throttle, maintaining top speed as she charged forward.

"Huh? Ee--!!" Celty was startled. She was right; the other party was a monster! A monster even more monstrous than herself.

The frigid air and the clear moonlight made the blonde girl look like a goddess of the hunt from mythology, her unerring aim slaying lives wherever she targeted. No living being could escape her.

'What?! What?! That girl? She's underage, isn't she? Why? Why is she chasing me?' Black smoke billowed from Celty's cat-eared helmet, her mind a complete mess, even though her head was gone.

The one chasing the Headless Knight is none other than Artoria Altair, who has come to this world. Having a special connection with Shinjuku, she has lingered here for some time. Unlike the Singularity, this Shinjuku is much more bustling and vibrant, because Merlin has telepathically told her that Shirou will be here, and she should wait.

So she continued living her life while searching for Shirou's whereabouts.

Every day, she was always mistaken for a shady motorcyclist and provoked by brainless thugs. Her patience was almost at its limit.

She already had a lot of work to do, and then that night, she encountered that Headless Knight! As a racer, he had the skill to move freely on the road without headlights or rearview mirrors, which instantly ignited Artoria's competitive spirit.

In the instant they passed each other, she abruptly turned her car around, drifting through the tunnel and leaving long tire tracks on the ground before giving chase.

During the chase, for some reason, the more she looked at the other person, the angrier she became. Her Instinct told her that the other person's voice was exactly the same as that of a certain unfilial son in her family. With a feeling of hatred for the house because of the crow, she had the idea of stabbing the other person in the heart with the Holy Lance. In short, she pulled out the gun first and shot her dog's head off!

If Celty knew what the other person was thinking, she would definitely cry foul, saying, "She doesn't even have a head, how can she speak like that!"

"Eeeeeeeee!!!"

This time, Artoria will not be firing bullets, but Beam Cannon.

Celty dashed into the city's alleyways, disappearing into the Black Shadow as he climbed the walls.

"Damn it! They got away! I won't let you get away with this next time! This city doesn't need two female racers!" The blonde girl glared at the Headless Knight had disappeared into the dark alley and muttered.

She rubbed her slightly hungry stomach, turned the car around, and prepared to go to McDonald's for fifty hamburgers.

"Ah, Miss Celty, good evening. You've worked hard. Have you finished your work?" Shirou greeted the female rider on the black motorcycle parked by the roadside politely.