Type-Moon's Problem Child from Collapse

The Southern Border, Wu Shuang Sect

The Sect Master, who had rarely managed affairs for a long time, suddenly returned, and the entire sect didn't run into any issues—after all, this was the Peerless Lady's sect, and no one dared to cause trouble here.

And right now, this Sect Master, whom they both feared and revered, was amusing a little shota?

"Senior Sister!" Fu Yuan suddenly spoke up in dissatisfaction. Wasn't she supposed to have a lot of problems here? Why was he just eating and eating the whole time!

Good thing he never gained weight no matter how much he ate, or else his belly would be getting chubby by now.

"Don't rush, Junior Disciple Brother. I told you I had a surprise for you." Su Mei looked at Fu Yuan, who had finally reached his limit, without any panic at all. Instead, she kept teasing him with a confident smile.

"Hmph ╯^╰, don't treat me like a kid!" Fu Yuan glared at his senior sister's expression, even more annoyed.

Seeing this, Su Mei stopped her teasing. Instead, she mysteriously slipped out and came back holding something wrapped in luxurious silk, then dangled it in front of him.

"Ta-da! Junior Disciple Brother, want to guess what this is?" As she spoke, Su Mei deliberately lifted the item higher to keep it out of Fu Yuan's reach.

"Mm~" After jumping up and failing to grab (touch) it, Fu Yuan gave up on any other sneaky ideas and started seriously thinking about what could be important enough for his senior sister to be this earnest.

"Is it my Xuanyuan Sword?" After thinking for a long time, he finally gave the answer he thought was most likely.

After all, his senior sister had been holding onto his Xuanyuan Sword under the excuse of engraving a name on the sword blank.

(The Xuanyuan Sword, a mass-produced divine weapon from the previous era, about a thousand of them. The protagonist's one is set as just completed, without a name yet, when humanity entered the final battle of The End. No need to remember too much; it won't have any role later anyway.)

Su Mei's mouth twitched, and her expression turned a bit helpless. Guessing it right away took all the fun out of it.

But since he'd guessed it, there was no point in playing any more tricks. Instead, she openly pulled off the silk, revealing the exquisitely crafted sword beneath.

"Here, your Xuanyuan Sword! I've already engraved the name." Su Mei suddenly grinned at Fu Yuan again, as if she was waiting for something.

Fu Yuan didn't notice his senior sister's expression. Instead, he excitedly took the weapon he hadn't even touched yet and eagerly looked at the hilt.

[Lian Su]

A strange name, so strange that it made Fu Yuan, who was already a bit off, even more off.

He suddenly shyly flopped onto the table, making weird noises, his little face bright red, lost in who-knows-what thoughts.

Su Mei watched Fu Yuan with great interest. Even though she had imagined this scene countless times in her head, now that it was actually happening, she was still thrilled!

She gently poked her junior disciple brother's flushed cheek, her playful mood surging. Her red lips pressed close to Fu Yuan's ear, she blew a soft breath and spoke in a tender, alluring voice.

"Do you like this surprise, Little Cutie?"

Fu Yuan's face burned so hot it felt like steam might rise from his head. His senior sister was being so forward today!

"Thump"

"Sect Master, the Five Poisons Sect Leader requests an audience."

Suddenly, a knock came from outside the door, very soft, as if afraid to disturb those inside.

The originally cheerful expression on Su Mei's face instantly turned cold, but she quickly put on her usual smile. Looking at her junior disciple brother, who was still playing ostrich, she tapped the table to get his attention while preparing to deal with the visitor outside.

"Hey, don't run off, okay? I'll go handle this and be right back."

After a long while, the sound of footsteps faded away, and Fu Yuan slowly lifted his head. The blush on his face clearly hadn't faded, making him look adorably dazed.

Looking at the Xuanyuan Sword in front of him—oh, it had a name now, [Lian Su]—mm~ just thinking about that name made him shy! What would his master, senior brothers, and senior sisters think when he got back to the mountain?

Thinking about this, he sat there gloomily, tapping his fingers together, while suddenly recalling the name he had originally wanted to give this sword.

What was it again? [Great Illusory Dream], [All Phenomena], or [Death Frenzy], or maybe [Conviction]? He thought he'd also considered [Evil Eye of the Tyrant King]!

He remembered that back then, his senior sister had snatched the sword right out of his hands, saying she would engrave the name for him. And that engraving took over half a year.

He had originally thought that if his senior sister wanted it, he wouldn't mind. He never expected it to come back to him today, and in this way.

Mm~

Still so shy!

Chapter 26: Fu Yuan: I Don't Want to Work Hard Anymore (For Real)

Fu Yuan's Diary:

Day One of Becoming a Heroic Spirit

'Today was a very strange day. I thought I was done for, but for some reason, I ended up in this world that I'm both familiar and unfamiliar with.'

'And I gloriously became a Heroic Spirit. Facing this situation, I was pretty panicked at first, but luckily, my senior sister was still there.'

'But soon, a new problem arose. Maybe because the world's systems weren't fully compatible, or maybe just because I was too strong, this Spirit Core I got from who-knows-where couldn't handle it, so I was split into three equal parts.'

'Mm~ a very strange experience, so strange that I almost don't want to die anymore.'

'Oh, right, I also met a few new friends today. One of them, a child named Illya, was so well-behaved it was a bit heartbreaking. Growing up in such a complicated family must be really tough. By the way, she probably doesn't know the difference between herself and other kids yet.'

Fu Yuan put down his pen, thinking of Little Illya, that child who only showed her childish side around her parents. A faint smile curled at the corner of his mouth, as if he had suddenly recalled something amusing.

Fu Yuan's Diary:

Day Two of Becoming a Heroic Spirit

'Yesterday I did everything I could for now. Their futures should be better than the original, right?'

Writing this, Fu Yuan hesitated, finally adding a question mark at the end.

'This is my first time encountering another form—very interesting. A time period I'd nearly forgotten, a personality so stubborn it's suffocating.'

'But thankfully, for Senior Sister, this is also the easiest form to handle. And when facing others, it's just pure arrogance.'

'Worth mentioning, my initial state (158cm) is still afraid of thunder. Somehow it makes me nostalgic, nostalgic for the me who had someone by my side.'

Fu Yuan stopped writing here, his pen suddenly pausing. His expression was calm, and then, as if nothing had happened, he continued.

'Worth mentioning, it seems I've really been underestimated! ...Finally, I'm no longer standing at the front. It's a bit strange, not being used to it.'

'Not having to carry everything on my shoulders, acting like an idiot, doing whatever others say, not worrying so much—it's really tempting to fall into this.'

'Today was fun too!'

Fu Yuan's Diary:

Third Day as a Heroic Spirit

'Something big happened today. I fulfilled the dream of countless shut-ins: I personally created a Bishoujo... though it caused some trouble too. No big deal.'

'The tasks I planned to do as side quests—looks like I completed two! Sakura is as pitiful as I imagined, pitiful enough that her abnormality catches the eye at first glance.'

'Mm~ I'll take a little extra care of her. I'll spare a few days from the time I set aside for fun.'

'...Little Kallen isn't confirmed yet, but she should be fine, right?'

Writing this, Fu Yuan's mouth suddenly twitched. Kallen really is a crowd-pleaser! Just like that white-haired one from 500 years ago.

'Mm~ Today I experienced the legendary Soul Massage for the first time in ages! It hurt, but it wasn't that unbearable.'

Fu Yuan paused, then flipped his diary to the end, drawing a checkmark next to the names Kariya Matou and Sakura Matou.

Honestly, it's just body modification. Even Kariya Matou's severe case was only depleted life force. How could it be that hard? They really underestimate me!

'Oh, right. Today I purified the soul of a Fallen Hero. It gave me a sense of fox mourning the hare... A hero's end? No, this is a lost hero's redemption.'

Pitiful, tragic, but not worthy of forgiveness.

Fu Yuan's Diary:

Fourth Day as a Heroic Spirit

Woke up this morning, feeling strangely weak, a bit uncomfortable?

He wrote the latest entry in his diary with magic, then slowly closed it.

"A Yuan, are you up?"

A voice came from outside the door—probably Irisviel's.

Fu Yuan had woken up very early today. Normally, he wouldn't even hear the call.

He wondered what expression Irisviel would have when she saw him come out.

Fu Yuan found the thought amusing, then briskly tidied up the room. Looking at the clean space, he inexplicably smiled, then went to open the door as usual.

Just as he was about to reach the door, as if remembering something, he lightly waved his small hand behind him. The diary on the table gradually returned to his Spirit Core.

Noble Phantasm:

[Fu Yuan's Diary] (E): A diary with no special function, only serving its everyday purpose.

Normally, a Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasms are fixed. Having an extra one like this shouldn't be possible. But this Spirit Core has been embarrassing itself more than once. Thanks to Senior Sister's research, Fu Yuan felt he had figured it out completely.

To be honest, this Noble Phantasm is useless. It can't even serve as a storage ring. To stabilize it, Fu Yuan gave up [Void Grip].

In terms of value alone, it's not worth it. But for him, it doesn't matter much anyway. Eh, it's just for fun.

If [Heavenly Fire Self-Destruction] weren't still useful, his first thought would be to replace this one. Unfortunately, Heavenly Fire is needed to prevent certain people from flipping the table.

'Eh, life is hard. Fu Yuan sighs!'

'How about the Third Magic? Combined with the inherent properties of the Black Mud in the Holy Grail, it should be enough to reach the power you had in life, Junior Disciple Brother!'

Just then, Su Mei suddenly suggested, her tone sincere and gentle.

Fu Yuan, who had already pushed the door open, froze for a moment, then quickly recovered, saying with some self-mockery.

'The dead have no need to cling to the Mortal World.'

He didn't want to live. He was truly tired—so tired that even when he realized something was wrong with him, he had no motivation to change.

Lawful, orderly, chaotic—it didn't matter. He really couldn't go on.

That helplessness, watching things happen, struggling until he was battered and bruised, yet still unable to do anything.

'Mm. Whatever you decide, Brother. Senior Sister will always be with you.' Su Mei's voice was calm, as if she had known this all along.

Still, she couldn't help but feel a little regret. It was rare to have a chance to have her Junior Disciple Brother all to herself.

"A Yuan? Are you okay?" Irisviel waved her hand in front of Fu Yuan's vacant eyes, a mix of confusion and worry.

Not confusion over why he seemed dazed—mostly, she was suspicious about why he was up so early today!

Looking at his spotless room, as if it had just been cleaned—could it be he hadn't slept at all!

Fu Yuan tilted his head in confusion, staring at Irisviel with some bewilderment. Wasn't waking up early a good thing? Why make such a big fuss over it!

"Irisviel... where are we going?" After breakfast, Fu Yuan still followed behind Irisviel as she wandered aimlessly.

Watching the luxury car already reaching the outskirts of Fuyuki City, Fu Yuan's eyes showed a hint of bewilderment.

Then a flash of inspiration struck his mind, as if he'd guessed the truth.

"Have you come around, Irisviel? Are you planning to divorce Kiritsugu!?"

Fu Yuan suddenly thought of something else and his face fell into a frown.

"But, but the Command Spells are with Kiritsugu, you know. Bringing me along won't help, Irisviel."

Irisviel's expression at that moment was extremely complicated. You really are the number one surprise factor!

But there was no helping it—dealing with a child like this only called for patience. She let out a light, relaxed laugh.

"No, it's not that. Though I'd like to, I have to give him a chance, don't I?"

Then she naturally stepped on the accelerator again, feeling the fierce wind rush toward her face. The unpleasantness of the past few days seemed to scatter away with the wind.

Before Fu Yuan could speak, she quickly explained on her own.

"This time we're going to the Aozaki Family for a transaction. It's in Kanbuchi City, very close—nothing will go wrong!"

Because the wind was so loud around them, Irisviel practically shouted, looking a bit silly.

"Oh! I!" Fu Yuan quickly adapted to the local customs, cupping his hands like a megaphone around his mouth and shouting back.

But Fu Yuan quietly steeled himself inside. A future Grand! A nasty personality! An aristocratic lineage! Tch! What a hassle!

Fu Yuan didn't believe for a second that the other party would conduct the transaction honestly. After all, it was an entirely new system—something no Magus could possibly refuse!

But as for him! Fighting was the last thing he feared!