1082. The Twin-Tailed Girl Who Kicked Down the Dojo's Door / 1083. Tracking the Twin-Tailed Girl

After living in this peaceful world for a while, Shirou begins to rediscover the meaning of his existence. He tries his hand at writing light novels, attempting to record some of the things he has witnessed.

I thought it would be wonderful if some people could know what happened to those girls, if some people could recognize the girls' will and be changed.

Over the years, Shirou has written many stories about various remarkable women, including epic tales he witnessed when connecting with Servant through his Master, and scenes that flowed into his mind along with his battle experiences when Projection Noble Phantasm.

There are stories set in different parallel worlds, as well as stories that the girl imagines might happen if she stayed in modern life.

Shirou gradually became the light novelist he is today by describing and recording these stories.

"That's it!" Shirou suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

The clothes worn by the girl who had just flashed by were exactly the same as those in the illustrations he had drawn for the light novel.

"Shirou-kun, what are you standing there for? It's time to go, let's go to the next place." The senior walking ahead turned around and called out.

"Yes, I'm coming right now," Shirou replied and ran off.

In Japan, after get off work, office workers often go out for meals and drinks with their superiors and subordinates, or with their juniors. These gatherings are places where office workers connect and build relationships, and have gradually become venues for people to drink and chat.

Izakayas are cheap, and some even offer free drinks, meaning you can get a large glass of beer with just a plate of edamame.

The izakaya here offers beer, shochu, and plum wine, all of which have a low alcohol content. Even the shochu is diluted with water and ice, so you won't get a headache even if you drink a lot. After all, office workers have to work overtime again tomorrow.

Even if office workers get drunk and spend the night on the street, they won't even need to go home when they wake up; they'll rush straight to work.

Shirou followed his seniors to the next izakaya (Japanese pub).

Although light novel authors don't want to be exploited by shady companies like office workers, each of them has their own difficulties.

"Shirou-kun, I heard you couldn't take your eyes off a girl as she walked by? Hahaha, you said you weren't interested in marriage! We're all just saying one thing and meaning another. Here, fill your glass." The chubby uncle laughed as he filled Shirou's glass with sake.

"No..." Shirou could only drink.

"Enough with the wedding nonsense! Having a sister is enough! You can't let your sister marry your brother! We don't need someone like that!" This time it was another person's turn to get drunk.

"You don't actually have a younger sister, do you?" someone nearby teased.

"You're so long-winded! There's always been a cute little sister living inside me!"

"Oh, you're a siscon! But if a real sister had a brother like that, she'd probably just find you disgusting."

"What's wrong with being a siscon! As long as there's love, then it's justice! In other words, being a siscon is justice!!! Even if my sister is a shut-in with social anxiety who can't leave the house, and her only form of exercise is dancing in front of the washing machine, I will still take responsibility for taking care of her for the rest of my life!" The man started crying as he spoke.

"Haha! That's a bit too specific!"

The drunken seniors laughed loudly.

After that, Shirou drank at five more places, but he still couldn't find the blonde girl again.

Shirou saw all his seniors off in taxis and contacted their families before heading back to his place. To make it easier to get to the publishing house, Shirou stayed in a nearby apartment, less than a twenty-minute walk from the izakaya complex.

Shirou walked alone on the path late at night, with only the stars and streetlights illuminating him. His shadow, cast on the ground, seemed somewhat lonely at that moment.

On the afternoon of the second day.

Shirou arrived at Dengeki Bunko Publishing, the company he had signed a contract with, carrying a USB drive.

To better recreate the scenes of the story, Shirou not only studied writing but also learned to draw, handling both the stories and illustrations for his light novels all by himself.

Inside the reception room, the editor was a stern, thin man.

Shirou initially listened to a lot of his advice, and at times even criticized him as utterly worthless.

If you rely solely on memory without understanding techniques or how to prioritize, even the best story in your head will result in utter nonsense in your writing.

After all these years, Shirou is finally able to stand on his own.

The editor, with a stern face, repeatedly checked the artwork on his laptop, and finally said with a smile.

"Yes! I have indeed accepted the illustrations for Volume 5."

"Thank you for your hard work," Shirou said to the editor.

"Wow, Shirou-kun, your drawing is getting better and better! As expected, the original author's imagination of the character is much closer to the real person. Just by looking at the picture, you can tell this is a proud, martial arts-loving young lady, fighting in a short skirt and black stockings. I think the readers will love it!"

"Haha, you flatter me." Shirou chuckled dryly; he was actually just drawing based on the original design.

"You could have just sent it online, it's always such a hassle for you to make the extra trip. Didn't you get dragged out drinking all night yesterday? Are you alright sleeping?" The editor saved the artwork and asked Shirou with a smile.

"No, it's all thanks to everyone that the light novel was able to sell so smoothly. If I could thank you in person, I definitely would have come." Shirou said with a light laugh, then handed over a cardboard bag.

"These are some small snacks I baked. They're just a small token; please share them with everyone."

Inside were cakes, cookies, and various other snacks that Shirou had made himself. As a homebody, Shirou spent most of his time at home after becoming a light novelist, except for going to school and exercising. So, cooking and making snacks was a way for him to pass the time.

Chapter 1082 The Twin Tails Who Challenged the Dojo

"Shirou-kun. Thank you so much. Everyone in our editorial and sales departments really loves the sweets you made. Actually, we've all said privately that we would do everything we could to sell even your first draft, just for Shirou-kun." The editor sincerely accepted the gift box and praised Shirou.

"No, no, you're joking." Shirou waved his hand. He wasn't the kind of manga artist who could have his drafts printed in a weekly manga magazine without objection, and whose work would cause a sensation.

All the illustrations were submitted to the editor, reviewed, and a receipt was signed. Everything was then complete.

"Then I'll head back now." Shirou said goodbye to the editor, after all, the editor was very busy and he couldn't keep bothering him.

"Yes, you've worked hard."

After seeing Shirou off at the door, the editor rushed to the office to distribute the gifts.

"Everyone~! It's time to distribute the gifts! They're sweets from Shirou-kun ~!"

"What! Shirou-kun has been here?"

"Do you have any sweets made by Shirou-kun? That would be wonderful!"

As they went outside, they could still hear excited shouts and scrambles.

Shirou stepped out of the elevator, waved to the smiling receptionist, and walked outside.

He had given her a gift before, so the young lady was smiling sweetly now.

Shirou had just stepped out of the publishing house when he saw a boy pacing anxiously back and forth outside.

This was a high school-aged boy with his hair sticking up on both sides. He noticed Shirou's gaze and couldn't help but strike up a conversation, asking:

"Um... excuse me, is this Dengeki Bunko Publishing?"

"If it's the famous Dengeki Bunko light novel, then this is the place." Shirou looked at the boy with a puzzled expression.

Although Dengeki Bunko's publishing house isn't very large—after all, this is just a branch of the Kadokawa Group and isn't particularly big—it still holds a significant place in the hearts of some, and with a sign hanging outside, no one would mistake it for something else.

"I knew it, but it's so strange. This place is a bit different from the Dengeki Bunko I remember."

The boy didn't seem to be lying; he looked genuinely troubled.

"Um... do you want to submit a manuscript or do something else?" Shirou asked kindly.

"Ah! I'm Masamune Izumi! I also write light novels, nice to meet you. I was actually supposed to meet with my editor today, but I don't know why I couldn't get in touch with him," Masamune Izumi quickly explained.

Although we've never met before, the name does sound familiar. Since we're authors from the same publishing house, I should naturally lend a hand, Shirou said with a light laugh.

"I see. I'm Shirou Emiya, a contracted author with Dengeki Bunko. Nice to meet you. Which editor are you looking for? I can have my assigned editor inquire for you."

"Really? Thank you so much!" the boy said to Shirou.

He arrived at the publishing house following his usual route, but after exiting the subway, he felt something was amiss. Upon arriving at the publishing house, he was unable to contact the editor, and he became increasingly uneasy.

However, meeting a kind person like Shirou at the door finally put his mind at ease.

'He doesn't look much older than me, probably a college student. I wish I could be as reliable as him. When I get back, I'll look for some of his light novels.'

Masamune Izumi thought to himself.

"Then please tell me the name of your editor?" Shirou asked.

"Yes! Her name is Kagurazaka..."

Just then, the boy's crotch suddenly began to shake violently, and his body swayed along with it.

He covered his crotch with both hands and finally managed to pull the vibrating phone out of his pocket. He wondered what brand the phone was; the vibration was incredibly strong.

"Oh no, it's already this late! Ugh! I didn't even get to meet Kagurazaka- san, and I still have to go back and cook for Sagiri. I guess I'll have to go home now and come back another day."

"Sorry to bother you, see you again sometime!"

The boy bowed to Shirou and ran off in a hurry.

"Oh, watch your step." Shirou watched the boy run off in a hurry, and for some reason, the name sounded vaguely familiar. But Kagurazaka- san? Shouldn't she be his editor? But there shouldn't be a female editor named Kagurazaka at Dengeki Bunko, right?

The boy had already run down the subway station passage and disappeared.

A gust of wind blew by, Shirou's bangs flutter and blowing away the fallen leaves and dust on the ground. When the wind stopped, it was as if nothing had ever happened.

Shirou left the publishing house with doubts.

Inside a judo training hall, a young girl was facing off against a middle-aged man in a white judo uniform. Around them, on the wooden floor, other young judo students lay groaning in pain.

"Little girl, what are you trying to do by suddenly running into my dojo and causing trouble?" The middle-aged man was the dojo master here. His disciple had been knocked to the ground by the girl in front of him in a few moves, so he had to step in to calm things down.

"Enough nonsense! The winner takes all, the loser is condemned. They're all martial arts practitioners, aren't they!"

The arrogant girl stomped her foot, her shoes clicking loudly on the daily-washed wooden floor.

The disciples inside the arena recoiled in fear, taking several steps back. They were all dressed in thin white judo uniforms, barefoot, and trembling all over. This woman was a demon; they were no match for her!

"Is this how you treat your elders?" the curator said angrily.

However, she doesn't need to be polite, because she's here to challenge the other side.

"If you have any objections, then let's have a go. If not, then acknowledge that this is a branch of my fitness center!"

"Is that so? In that case, don't blame me for being ruthless." The curator stretched his body, his bones cracking.

"Come at me if you dare!" The girl stood there with her arms crossed, observing the situation.

"Ada!!!" The middle-aged judo master's strong, powerful arms lunged at the girl.

Bang!!!

The usually imposing middle-aged judo master at the judo hall was kicked flying.

Following closely behind was a young girl carrying a signboard. She walked out of the judo hall, and the judo hall disciples were all frightened and dared not come out.

She had black twin ponytails, blue eyes, and a delicate, mixed-race face. She wore a red bodysuit and a short skirt, revealing her long, slender legs encased in black stockings.

She stood with her hands on her hips, looking at the middle-aged judo instructor lying on the ground, and said, "If your skills aren't up to par, don't open a dojo here! From today onwards, this neighborhood is under my protection! If you want your signboard back, have a ransom of 200,000 yuan ready by tomorrow afternoon! Otherwise, I'll burn it!"

With her twin ponytails swaying proudly, the girl hoisted the signboard and swaggered away in the other direction.

Chapter 1083 Tracking the Twin-Tailed Girl

Shirou reached the zebra crossing. The light was red, and the road was crowded with people. Bored, Shirou looked outside and saw a familiar figure on the other side of the road. She had pigtails, wore a red top and a black stockings skirt, and was carrying a large sign that read "Infinite Flow Judo" on her shoulder, swaggering towards the other side.

Behind her, an older man in a white martial arts uniform was lying on the ground, crying.

"Master! Are you alright?!"

"Waaah, that female demon! That kind of speed is inhuman!"

'What... what exactly happened?'

As soon as the traffic light turned green, Shirou quickly crossed the road, intending to catch up with him.

However, Shirou had just run across the street when he was stopped by an acquaintance.

"Wow! What a wonderful encounter, Shirou-kun."

Ahead stood the chubby uncle I'd been drinking with the night before. He had completely shaken off the gloom he'd felt from the blind date and was now waving at me with a refreshed expression.

"Iruma- senpai." Shirou bowed to the senior figure in the light novel industry, after all, he was a veteran light novelist.

The other person excels at writing stories with a slightly hentai or strange feel, like those that can write teen romance novels, teen sister romance novels, and teen yuri romance novels. Aside from his tendency to leave plot holes unresolved, he's actually a good person, probably...

However, according to him, he's simply destined to never have a real-life daughter, which allows him to be more proactive in writing other people's love stories. One girl is a joy, but writing about two girls at the same time is double the joy.

"Shirou-kun, did you see that? A girl just kicked the judo gym leader flying! It's like something out of a light novel!" the chubby uncle said with a hearty laugh.

Shirou glanced at the judo uncle not far away, who had just been helped up by his disciples and was now wailing like a child who had fallen down, his face covered in tears and snot.

"Master! Please pull yourself together!"

"That's right! Even without the signboard, we will still follow our master. Please take us deep into the mountains to cultivate! Once we've mastered our martial arts, we'll go and take revenge on that demon!"

"No! We have a backup of the sign in the warehouse, just put it back up. Let the disciples go home, classes will proceed as usual tomorrow." Upon hearing that the door was to be closed, the master wiped away his tears and said.

"Huh?"

Shirou turned his gaze back to his senior.