Shirou and Yuri Nakamura / Are There Two Shiros?

"Isaka will become an obstacle to our domination of Japan, so we must eliminate him now. Don't be nervous, I'll be right there to cut you into eight pieces! And then grind you up!" the Pheasant Head laughed loudly.

"Just hearing that makes me feel like I'm going to die!" Isaka cried out in despair.

"It's alright." Shirou walked to the corner of the entrance hall, raised his hand, and fired a shot at the Pheasant Head.

The Pheasant Head grinned. He was already prepared and immediately raised his chainsaw to meet the attack. The chainsaw would deflect bullets, and he only needed to push it forward to cut off the man's gun-wielding hand.

However, no metallic clanging sound was heard.

The bullet disappeared just before it hit the chainsaw.

Pheasant Head, having missed his target, stepped forward with his chainsaw, then paused for a moment.

Then, as if piercing through a chainsaw, the bullet appeared out of thin air and flew towards the Pheasant Head's forehead.

He was shot dead.

"I'm saved...!" Isaka collapsed to the ground, as if he had personally experienced a battle, although the outcome of the battle was indeed closely related to his life.

Everything happened so suddenly, but now he could only trust Shirou. A thought flashed through his mind, and perhaps out of the instinct to stick together as fellow rescuers, he suddenly remembered the four children, especially the older sister who had desperately tried to save her younger siblings.

"Oh right, what's the name of the older sister among the children you rescued?"

"Nakamura, Nakamura Yuli," Shirou replied calmly.

Then a high school girl in a sailor uniform with a headband rushed in, shouting impatiently, "Shirou! We have to go!"

Happy New Year everyone!

I wish all readers of this book all your dreams come true and happiness always.

But I am truly grateful to those who have made it this far.

Especially those friends who have stayed with me since the book's inception, voting for this book; without you, I definitely wouldn't have been able to write this far on my own.

This book will be completed by the end of February at the latest.

Wishing everyone a happy new year, and see you at the new book launch!

Before I knew it, I had written more than three million words, spanning two and a half years. I have also been writing books on Shuke for three years now.

There were ups and downs in between, and I had some family troubles. I was quite depressed in 2019.

There were times when I acted recklessly, and times when my mentality collapsed, making me deeply aware of my immaturity.

I've been saying for a while that I'm going to start a new book, but I don't know why the stories I want to write are so out of step with the market.

In essence, I actually enjoy writing stories that people like and that can ultimately resonate with them.

2020 should be a fresh start.

Chapter 1173 Shirou and Nakamura Yuli

"Yuli, is she already here?" Shirou asked.

"Yeah, that White-haired Killing God, that bastard is coming! We have to make a strategic retreat!" Yuli said.

Isaka suddenly sensed something was amiss and shouted, "What's going on? Could this girl named Yuli be the preschool girl you saved?"

"Yes, she is that child, now..." Shirou replied softly.

"Huh? Is this the child?" Isaka looked at the beautiful young woman and couldn't reconcile her with the pitiful yet admirable little girl who had worked so hard to save her younger siblings.

"Get away from here first before you explain, old man!" Yuli yelled.

"Uncle? Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm actually not even thirty yet!" Isaka said, feeling disheartened.

"Run! Don't talk! Be careful not to bite your tongue, Uncle!" Nakamura Yuli grabbed Isaka's hand and ran quickly outside.

Shirou, who remained where he was, fixed his gaze on the gate that had been cut open by the chainsaw. At the gate outside the courtyard, a young man with White-robed White Hair, and fair skin appeared. He stared intently at Shirou with his white eyes.

The two people have exactly the same face.

Isaka was being pulled along by the forceful girl, stumbling as he ran, putting distance between them. Lacking exercise, he was already panting heavily, his brain severely oxygen-deprived. His chest felt like it was being crushed by a stone, and his throat was dry and painful.

The girl was rescued that day.

Her parents had to go out, and since she was the older sister, she had to take care of her younger siblings.

But on that day, the girl clearly understood just how unreasonable the world could be, how wicked the Goddess could be, and that there were things in reality that children could never accomplish.

Children cannot lift porcelain vases that are almost as tall as themselves, nor can they resist adults who break into their homes.

When her younger siblings started crying, the girl couldn't stop their crying or calm them down.

The vulnerable girl could only spend the rest of her time cursing—cursing the bad people who broke into her home, cursing everything in the world.

Then a miracle happened.

"Yes, if we're meant to be, we'll be able to meet again when you grow up."

The man said with a light laugh.

"Grown up? How old do you have to be to be considered grown up?" the girl asked.

Sixteen is the age to get married, does that mean I'm all grown up? But sometimes my dad, like my mom, nags me like I'm a child.

Is turning twenty a sign of adulthood, the age at which one can drink alcohol? But the sight of office workers passed out drunk on the roadside is utterly ridiculous.

What does growing up have to do with age? My mother often says that time waits for no one, and before you know it, you're old. But even a grandfather in his sixties or seventies can be unreasonable at times.

"So when did I grow up?!"

The girl asked loudly.

The man's figure had vanished.

Twenty minutes later, the police finally arrived; the prisoner's body had already begun to cool.

The girl and her younger siblings agreed on the same story.

"Little sister, little brother, do you know what the person who saved you looks like?"

"Have no idea!"

"That's a hero! A red hero!"

"So cool!"

"A hero? Is it someone like Masked Man, someone who wears a mask or dresses up?" the police officers wondered.

It was actually a lie; the other person was just a weirdo covered in tattoos.

The girl secretly stuck out her tongue.

At this moment, they were at the Isaka family's doorstep.

Shirou black hair, walked to the entrance and coldly stared outside. Behind the white-haired youth standing at the main gate, swords glowed with light.

The black-haired Shirou instantly raised his gun and fired three shots at the white-haired youth before rolling towards the side of the building's stairwell.

Almost simultaneously, the flying sword flew towards the black-haired Shirou inside the house.

The flying sword seemed to have an automatic tracking function, flying straight towards its target and crashing into the wall. The wall of the house was as solid as tofu, offering no resistance whatsoever, and was pierced through.

As Shirou rolled, he watched as the wall was pierced through, and a white blade stabbed straight towards his eye.

Just then, the bullets fired outside took effect.

Three bullets appeared at different 'times'.

The white-haired youth had dozens of swords stacked in a fan shape in front of him, forming a circular shield that spun around to block incoming bullets.

The number of flying swords continued to increase, forming one circular shield after another, protecting the white-haired youth like a city wall.

The first bullet pierced the first round shield and struck the second shield. The second bullet then pierced the first and second shields and struck the third shield that formed the barrier...

The last bullet, before the fourth shield could be fully assembled, flew in front of the white-haired youth, about to strike him between the eyebrows.

Shirou with black hair completed the roll and, in a half-crouching position, grabbed one of the swords before it could pierce him, deflecting the rest.

Five millimeters in front of the white-haired youth's brow, a white ripple appeared, from which a five-meter-long Greatsword flew out, struck the bullet, and, like a crossbow bolt, pierced into the house.

Like Greatsword flying out, it hurtled towards the black-haired Shirou inside the house, as if trying to hit him on the head and then explode like a watermelon.

The Greatsword smashed through the entire wall with a deafening roar, and Isaka's house felt as if it had been hit by a demolition ball.

The black-haired Shirou inside leaped up, stepped onto the Greatsword, and jumped out before the house collapsed. His powerful legs landed on the grass, and he stood firmly upright.

"My house is gone? I bought it with cash!" Isaka cried out in despair, clutching his head.

The white-clad deity glanced in Isaka's direction, and dozens of light swords shot out, falling like a storm, trying to turn Isaka into a hedgehog.

As layers of smoke rose from the bombing, Isaka collapsed to the ground, having been thrown away by the girl at the last moment.

"Uncle!! Get away from here..." the girl said in a voice that sounded like she had water in her mouth and was bubbling.

Isaka looked back at the spot where he had been standing, and his face immediately turned pale.

"Ughhhh!!! Yuli! Ugh... Ugh..."

Isaka felt a sour, foul-smelling liquid churning in his throat, and he vomited. The girl had saved him, and he shouldn't have reacted like this, but he still couldn't hold it in.

The girl's condition was truly tragic; her entire body was pierced and torn by swords, her intestines had spilled out, and her body was pinned to the ground.

"I don't know why you, the absolute 'Ally of Justice, are joining the' Enemy Alliance's fray, but since you're going to kill Isaka..."

I'll protect Isaka!

Shirou grabbed the five-meter-long Greatsword that had crashed into the house, slung it over his shoulder, and stared at the white-haired youth.

Chapter 1174: Are there two Shirou?

With a wave of his hand, the white-haired deity changed direction, and once again, countless flying swords appeared, shooting towards Isaka's direction.

"You cold-faced bastard! Do you even have the energy to kill anyone else?!"

The tattoo on Shirou's left arm, adorned with black hair, glowed blue: Zarich, the weapon bearing the name of an evil god. It deflected the opponent's attack and entangled him.

Shirou raised the five-meter- Greatsword with both hands, leaped high into the air, and swept it horizontally, creating a whirlwind that drew the flying swords towards the blade of the Greatsword.

The tattoo on his right arm lit up, Tauri. The weapon bearing the name of an evil god destroyed the opponent's weapon.

The Greatsword shattered the flying swords one by one, then turned and slashed at the White-haired Killing God opposite it.

Even the White-haired Killing God could not ignore the power of the Greatsword. He drifted to the side and retreated quickly, while at the same time continuously releasing flying swords that shot towards the black-haired Shirou.

The Greatsword sword was wielded with great force by the black-haired Shirou, deflecting and parrying all the flying swords before smashing it towards the White-haired Killing God. The enormous blade looked particularly exaggerated in comparison to the black-haired Shirou's physique, like a tiny person wielding three doors the size of himself. But what was even more surprising was that Shirou did not suffer any accidents due to the weight.

Perhaps because this was a Projection sword-shaped Noble Phantasm, it granted him sufficient power to strengthen himself. Combined with the power of the fused and possessed Angra Mainyu, all of Shirou's tattoos lit up, and under the blessing of his Death Wish, his speed and power increased rapidly.

Boom!

The earth shakes violently at times!

Whoosh!

At times, crossbows whistled through the air.

The two were locked in a fierce battle, their black and white figures entangled like two incredibly destructive monsters.

"Wait! Shirou-kun... this isn't the time to talk about that! The child is dead!" Uncle Isaka, who was slumped on the ground, cried out in despair.

She was a young girl in the prime of her life, dressed in a sailor uniform with the hem of her skirt 20cm above her knees—a real-life JK (high school girl)!

I haven't even asked you anything yet. What happened to you? How were you rescued back then? Why are you here now, all grown up?

He actually died like that, and he died for himself.

But Shirou's reaction to bringing her here was so cold! Her blood is still hot!

"Uncle Isaka, stop crying! If you want to help, then pull out all the swords for me!" the girl lying in the pool of blood said.

"Huh?... Yuli -chan, you're not dead?"

"I died and then came back to life! So hurry up and help me get out of there!" Yuli pain.

"You're already in such a string now." Isaka's eyes welled up with tears, but even if he wanted to help, he couldn't do anything with the girl in her current state. Even if he tried to scoop her up in his hands, it would just slip through his fingers.

"Uncle, you're going to be a big shot someday, stop nagging! Pull it out now!!!" Nakamura Yuli pain, managing to pull her nailed hand out of the nail.

"Yes!!" Seeing how Isaka the girl was, it didn't matter whether she was a big shot or not; he was determined to rescue her no matter what.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the duel between the black-haired Shirou and the White-haired Killing God continued.

Shirou wasn't lying; he was a salesman who also engaged in acts of Hatred Punishment, though it initially took place more than a decade into the future.