Who Would Willingly Seek Their Own Death?

So, he looked back at Sakura and said directly:

"Isn't it normal for sisters to have conflicts? Instead of worrying about this, shouldn't you go see your father?"

"No! My dad definitely doesn't want my mom and me to see him like this."

Rin Tohsaka paused, then said quietly:

"Besides, I think my dad brought this upon himself."

"Oh...? How so?"

"Uncle Kariya must have done that because he felt Sakura had been wronged, right?"

At that, Rin Tohsaka changed the subject and smiled.

"You two look like you have plenty of free time. How about joining me in the tournament? We can't enter the Master Tournament, but the Citizen Tournament should be fine."

"No, I'm not interested." Shirou shook his head slightly.

"Sakura isn't interested either?" Rin Tohsaka leaned closer to Sakura again.

"Mm."

"Sakura must have something she wants too, right? A ton of gold can buy a lot of things."

"No."

"Didn't Sakura say she wanted a Barbie doll before?"

"I don't want one anymore."

"Then what does Sakura want now? Once I get the prize money, I'll buy it for you."

"I don't want anything."

"Then..."

No matter how enthusiastically Rin Tohsaka kept trying to make conversation, Sakura kept her head lowered and stared at the ground, her attitude cold, like a robot equipped with an automatic response function.

In the end, Rin Tohsaka stopped and looked at Sakura dejectedly.

Her little sister hated her.

At that moment, she suddenly felt like crying.

Compared to the awkward sisters, Shirou had been looking up at the projection in the sky.

He was very interested in the outcome of the battle.

There was nothing in the open Colosseum to provide cover.

This kind of setting was actually extremely disadvantageous for a mage killer like Kiritsugu Emiya.

However, his combat experience was incredibly rich, far beyond anything Kayneth could compare to.

The two went back and forth, and the clash between modern firearms and magical Noble Phantasms was highly entertaining.

Inside the Colosseum, a gunshot rang out. Kayneth spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled before collapsing to the ground.

Nero appeared immediately afterward and announced loudly:

"I hereby declare that the winner of the second Master Tournament match is—Kiritsugu Emiya."

Kayneth was finished.

Seeing that Nero did not seem to intend to save him, Shirou shook his head slightly.

Entering a tournament came with risks. One had to be cautious in battle.

Kayneth had been hit by an Origin Bullet and was gravely wounded, on the verge of death. Even if Kiritsugu had not finished him off, his tragedy was already inevitable.

Next would be Waver against Kirei Kotomine. He really had the nerve to sign up.

The projection in the sky changed again. Inside the Colosseum, Kirei Kotomine stood alone on the stage, with no one in front of, behind, or beside him.

From the looks of things, Waver seemed to have chosen to flee?

Nero flashed and appeared on the stage once more.

She raised her right hand and said with a smile:

"It seems contestant Waver does not intend to continue competing and has chosen to flee before the battle."

"I shall conduct the countdown. Ten, nine, eight... zero."

"Time's up! Since contestant Waver has forfeited, contestant Kirei Kotomine automatically wins the third Master Tournament match."

"Next, we shall draw lots to determine the semifinalists."

With a wave of Nero's right hand, a cardboard box appeared out of thin air at her feet.

She bent down and took out a slip of paper. After glancing at it, she smiled.

"Then the Master Tournament semifinalists have been decided. They are Kirei Kotomine and Kiritsugu Emiya, while Kariya Matou receives a bye."

"Since neither contestant has expended much strength, the semifinals will officially begin after five minutes of rest!"

On a street in the city.

Rin Tohsaka looked up at Nero and could not help saying:

"Isn't that way too arbitrary? Who starts again so quickly?"

"That's why she's the famous tyrant." Shirou smiled and mocked her.

Who Would Voluntarily Seek Death?

Who Would Voluntarily Seek Death?

Pirate World.

Shirou held an ice teacup in his hands and continuously exerted force to lower its temperature.

This was one of his daily training routines. Through this method, he could develop his Devil Fruit without drawing attention.

Although the Snow-Snow Fruit involved temperature, it was not a temperature-based fruit and could only lower temperatures indirectly.

As a result, it was truly difficult to develop.

Even though he had focused solely on this one direction, his progress remained limited.

"Ugh... I want to watch the matches too. The Nero Festival for Servants and Masters definitely has plenty of fighting. It must be lively."

As he sighed, a voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Yes, I'll make the arrangements immediately."

"Huh...?"

Shirou subconsciously came back to his senses and turned toward the voice, but there was already no one there.

"He left? What did I just say? Where did he go?"

Shirou stared blankly at the empty air. After a long while, he continued wrestling with the ice teacup in his hands.

About ten minutes later, a man suddenly appeared out of thin air and lowered his head respectfully.

"The Arena has been prepared. If you are interested, please come with me."

"Huh...?"

Shirou froze slightly, then quickly understood.

He seemed to have mentioned wanting to watch matches and fights just now, so had the man heard him and specially gone to arrange it?

"That works. Lead the way."

"Yes, please follow me."

Not long after, Shirou followed the man to the Arena and sat in the most prominent seat at the center.

Perhaps because the arrangements had been rushed, Shirou was the only person in the stands.

"Begin."

"Yes."

The man standing beside Shirou clapped his hands.

The next moment, two young women wearing shackles were brought to the center of the Arena.

They were two extremely beautiful girls, around fifteen years old. Even beneath their tattered clothes, their devilish figures could not be concealed.

What caught Shirou's attention most was that he knew one of them.

"This is the gladiatorial match you arranged?"

"Yes!" The man immediately dropped to one knee. "I heard you mention Nero and other such words. I thought it was a woman's name, so I made arrangements on my own initiative. Please punish me."

"No, get up. I'm just curious."

Shirou's gaze settled on one of the girls in the arena as he slowly said:

"If I remember correctly, that girl does not seem to be one of our family's slaves, does she?"

"Last week, the Head of the Family won a batch of slaves at the Arena. That girl was among them."

"I see."

Hancock had actually become my slave without me knowing. This was simply too "terrible."

"I rarely watch gladiatorial matches. How are they usually arranged?"

"They are broadly divided into two types: Martial Combat and Deathmatch."

"Then let's have an exhibition-style Martial Combat. Have them fight as beautifully as possible. Oh, are either of them Devil Fruit users?"

"No."

"If I use a Devil Fruit as the winner's reward, do you have any recommendations?"

"Among the treasures the Head of the Family won back last week, there is a Love-Love Fruit..."

"Oh... is this fate?"

The corner of Shirou's mouth curled up slightly, and he burst into laughter.

"Looks like I'll have to visit the treasury later."

Unexpectedly, another batch of treasures had arrived.

It seemed his collection could grow again.

However, giving a Devil Fruit like the Love-Love Fruit, which could enhance one's appearance, to Hancock felt wasteful no matter how he looked at it.

Although he had not yet successfully trained Observation Haki, he could faintly sense the hidden resentment Hancock harbored toward him.

Or rather, what she resented was not him, but all Celestial Dragons.

Fear made up most of her emotions, but with such intense hatred, if she ever got the chance, she would definitely kill him.

There was naturally no need to arm an enemy like that with the Love-Love Fruit.

In Shirou's view, Hancock was beautiful now, but only to that extent. She completely lacked the bearing of the world's most beautiful woman.

This alone was enough to show just how much the Love-Love Fruit enhanced one's appearance.

"Let them fight. Whoever loses will receive a Zoan Caterpillar-Caterpillar Fruit from me."

The moment those words were spoken, endless fighting spirit surged within the two girls in the arena. They glared at each other in unspoken agreement, as though blazing flames were burning around them.

"Haha..."

Shirou laughed again and thought:

If I tell them after the match that I was joking, they'll definitely hate me even more, won't they?

But I already have too many debts to worry about. Whatever.

Inside the White Mist Space, after exchanging memories once more, Coachman Shirou and Young Shirou both looked at Celestial Dragon Shirou with subtle expressions.

"As expected of a Celestial Dragon."

"Heh... a Celestial Dragon."