Type-Moon's Problem Child from Collapse

The following are comments: absurdly high quality.

(Picked at random from a single chapter! I'm serious, this book could be frighteningly serious at times!

These were all comments about the protagonist taken from one chapter.)

Why were there only emptiness and coldness in his eyes now? Death was not frightening, but what I feared was that things and people would no longer be the same. Had I known this would happen, I would rather have died in battle. At least then, I would still have my memories.

Compared to the continuation of civilization, his individual self was nothing.

The faith had not changed, but you—the one being believed in—had changed.

"This world cannot solve its problems through moderation. Every solution found within the fog is extreme when it first emerges. But..."

Up to now, it had become increasingly difficult for me to be tolerant here. There was a chance the first step would be wrong, and mistakes came with immense costs.

Author: For the Commander!

London, England—Two Women and a Man

Daily poison soup: Many people in life will teach you something, but the methods they use are not worth thanking them for!

London, England:

Restaurant

At that moment, most of the people in the restaurant had turned their eyes toward a girl seated by the window. It was not because she was especially beautiful—well, she really was beautiful, but she was definitely underage! The important thing was that she had been crying the entire time.

Quite a few people wanted to go over and comfort her, but whenever someone approached, a young man would force them back with a look. It was not that they lacked the courage to step forward; it was mainly because the bloodstained Long Sword in that young man's hand looked rather ornate. He probably was not a bad person!

Seeing the blood on the young man's arm, no one dared to try again.

Someone had tried calling the police, but after hearing the description, the police said nothing more and merely told them that special personnel were handling the matter.

Bronya gently patted Schicksal's back, hoping she would calm down more quickly.

Fu Yuan stood nearby, wiping the blood from his sword as he looked at the two of them gently, though a trace or two of seriousness occasionally showed in his eyes.

The abilities Bronya had displayed earlier, along with those of the little girl they had just rescued, clearly shared the same origin as his own!

But when he thought of his current social circle, he inexplicably felt that this seemed only natural!

Still, none of that was the main issue right now. That...

"Yuan, do you have a way to deal with that man?"

But his wandering thoughts were quickly interrupted by Bronya, whose expression had become extremely serious.

"Of course! I'm Schicksal's strongest!"

Fu Yuan answered without hesitation.

Bronya clenched her fists tightly, clearly dissatisfied with such a childish answer. But considering Schicksal was beside them, she did not immediately punch him in the head.

"I'm not an idiot like that stupid bug!"

So don't say it in such a decisive tone, okay?

"...I wish you were that kind of idiot... Then I wouldn't still be single even now."

Fu Yuan suddenly changed his tone, but seeing that Bronya remained expressionless, his voice gradually sank again.

"Of course I can!... If I go all out!"

Though he did not finish what he meant: If that white-haired man is still in that state by then, I should be able to.

In the end, I slept for too long—so long that it was practically like deleting my account and starting over.

A clear bitterness appeared at the corner of Fu Yuan's mouth. Even after recovering his memories and training like mad to catch up, he was still far behind.

Fu Yuan had never imagined that such a figure had been lurking in the shadows. Then what kind of person had imprisoned him in there back then?

"But what is Bronya worried about? Did you forget the composition of our squad?"

"...Y-Yes."

Bronya was clearly left speechless. If Colonel Himeko heard that, she would go insane!

"Bronya... big sister."

Schicksal, who had gradually sorted out her emotions beside them, sensed that something was wrong after hearing their conversation and warily hugged Bronya's arm.

When Fu Yuan saw this, his heart suddenly stirred. So cute! So adorable! He wanted to hold her in his arms!

While he was still lost in his thoughts, a pale arm blocked his view.

"Schicksal is Bronya's little sister!"

Fu Yuan blinked. Then blinked again. So what did that have to do with blocking his view?

"You are not allowed to make a move on Schicksal!"

Fu Yuan: "..."

Bronya: "Yuan, lolicon!"

Schicksal cooperatively hid a little further behind Sister Bronya.

His reputation had been slandered! Just as Fu Yuan was about to defend himself, he saw Bronya's usually expressionless little face visibly flush crimson, and she froze on the spot.

But only for a moment. Bronya returned to normal as though what had happened before had merely been an illusion.

"Pancake... pfft, Bronya, you blushed just now, didn't you?!"

"An illusion!"

"You definitely blushed!"

"Yuan! Shut up!"

"...Okay."

Schicksal was somewhat confused. She had clearly only just managed to escape from some godforsaken place, and now she had Sister Bronya's company, along with the Big Brother she had not known for very long.

But why did she always feel as if she had been left out?

Kiritsugu Emiya lay on the bed with lifeless eyes, wondering whether he could survive this Holy Grail War.

Not the kind of survival where he left as a warrior.

Fu Yuan whistled beside him as he peeled an apple, then carefully cut it into piece after piece.

Once he had finished cutting it all, he looked at the pitiful Master and, with great heartache, poured every piece of apple into his own mouth.

"Urgh!"

It was a little choking.

Sure enough, next time he should split it into more batches.

After numerous adjustments, Kiritsugu Emiya's body would recover by noon, so it would not affect the battle that night.

And since his body currently could not do anything else, he could only focus on recovering his mana, which was... not bad?

As for Fu Yuan's arm... perhaps it would heal before nightfall?

So Kiritsugu Emiya deserved it! With my personality, if I really couldn't win in that situation, wouldn't I just call for help?!

Mm~ It seemed I really wouldn't!

No, no!

How could I possibly lose?!

Hmph! ╯^╰!

Having figured that out, Fu Yuan silently walked out of the room.

Wow! This feels so awkward!

The Divine was the ultimate of transformation, speaking wondrously of all things, something that could not be questioned through form—Void Sword Qi, Divine Essence!

Man was the ultimate of endurance, enduring what ordinary people could not endure, and never finding it embarrassing—Void disciple, Fu Yuan!

In the end, Fu Yuan spent the entire day soaking in the pool, with only his little head sticking out. Sometimes, he even submerged his head and blew bubbles.

It was not only because he was depressed; cool water also felt very comfortable on burns.

Although his arm was injured most severely, many parts of his body had been burned as well.

He did not even agree when Little Illya and Sakura asked him to go out and play!

His heart hurt so much! It felt like he had lost a hundred million!

Finally, at 3:29:12 in the afternoon, Fu Yuan had completely healed his injuries.

Fortunately, due to being a Heroic Spirit, his body had not become waterlogged. At least, outsiders could not see any difference.

He walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed, only to see Kiritsugu Emiya still sitting on the sofa, unable to recover from the shock.

He puffed out his cheeks, then quietly returned to his room. Though the bathroom was closer to him, he really could not soak any longer!

Irisviel woke Fu Yuan, who was still asleep, and looked rather satisfied at his uninjured arm.

Fu Yuan groggily sat up like a reanimated corpse.

Only after a long while did he slowly wake up. He looked at Irisviel awkwardly, not expecting that he had fallen asleep again.

"Irisviel, you might not believe this, but the bed struck first!"

"It attacked first! Really!"

Fu Yuan tried his best to put on a sincere expression, but his heart simply would not allow it. As he held the pose, he finally could not contain his laughter and burst out laughing.

"(^o^)/ Sorry, Irisviel, I'm coming down right away!"

Accompanied by a rapid patter of footsteps, Fu Yuan ran downstairs, clearly full of energy.

Irisviel stared after him blankly, suddenly feeling a little reluctant.

"We're about to part ways!"

There was still something she hadn't said: How wonderful it would be if A Yuan were her child...

What kind of future had a child gone through to end up on a battlefield?

As for Fu Yuan's age, Irisviel wasn't stupid. With a form like that, how could he possibly have had a peaceful childhood?

"Master, are you... all right?"

"Thanks to you, I won't die!"

Kiritsugu Emiya answered with an utterly calm expression, as though he truly didn't care, even if his words were as harsh as ever.

Though something clearly felt off, Fu Yuan quickly put it out of his mind under Illya and Sakura's enthusiastic invitations.

"Saber... forget it. Go play with the children."

Kariya Matou clearly wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

Fu Yuan, who had already followed the children into another room, suddenly wore a bitter expression. But then he smiled again.

Parting... was perfectly normal, wasn't it?

He quickly returned to normal and continued playing with the children as if nothing had happened.

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Chapter 53: Class Monitor! Do We... Know Each Other?

Daily question: What exactly was the Sea of Quanta, to have trapped the Old Ancestor for so many years?

And what was it that the frail and delicate Schicksal had smashed open with seven or eight punches?

(Or was the Old Ancestor's affection for Su truly that deep?

Or did the Sea of Quanta give the tree some face and merely go through the motions?)