"Be careful, Shishou!"
The moment Asher drew his sword, it slashed down with the sound of tearing through the air, but Scáthach's beautiful red pupils remained calm. She merely raised her hand.
Using only her index finger and thumb, Scáthach easily caught the blade. Even though Asher used all his strength, he couldn't get any closer.
"Your strength is still too weak," Scáthach commented.
As expected, he still needed to think of another way. Trying to break through Shishou's defense head-on was still too difficult.
Thinking of this, Asher was about to retreat, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a kind of roar within his body. That voice was incomparably majestic. Although his strength just now had already reached its limit, he now felt the power in his body gradually increasing.
Without Asher even noticing, a faint golden light faintly shone in his dark eyes.
Is it the power of that liquid I drank yesterday...? Or is it combat power overload?
Asher didn't have time to think too much and pressed down hard with both hands on the hilt of the sword. His consciousness was still there. If he really reached a point where he couldn't control himself, he could just stop fighting. After all, this was just training, and Shishou wouldn't go all out.
"Huh?"
Noticing the increasing pressure from the weapon between her fingers, Scáthach's expression shifted slightly, and she stared intently at Asher's eyes.
Black Dragon...?
No, the essence blood of the Black Dragon was already dead matter. What was currently in her disciple's body was living dragon blood.
A creature stronger than the Black Dragon...?
That woman had really gone all out... it wasn't in vain that she had turned a blind eye and allowed her and her disciple to come into contact.
"Getting distracted in battle is a big taboo. You taught me that, Shishou!"
While Scáthach was still pondering, the longsword held in Asher's hands was about to touch Scáthach's face.
Scáthach slightly raised her right foot, wanting to pick up the spear that had fallen to the ground.
But in the end, she didn't do so.
If she picked up the spear, the tip would be facing her, and it would hurt her disciple.
Shishou isn't going to block?
Asher hesitated for a moment when he saw this scene, subconsciously wanting to retract his sword, but it was already a bit too late.
However, facts proved that Asher was still overthinking things.
There was only a muffled sound. The longsword had clearly almost struck Scáthach, but in the end, it stopped right in front of her.
No, it didn't stop, but rather, it touched some kind of invisible wall.
Asher felt his arm go numb from the shock, and the longsword he was tightly holding couldn't help but slip from his grasp. He knelt halfway in front of Scáthach.
In front of Scáthach's face, an invisible wall appeared. It was this wall that blocked Asher's attack.
When Asher raised his head, Scáthach's fingers were already pressed against his forehead.
If it were a weapon, it would have pierced his head by now.
Had he still lost?
Asher sighed helplessly, but he wasn't too disappointed.
Judging from the current battle, he was no longer the person who would run out of stamina after a few moves. At least in the battle just now, he felt he had fought quite smoothly.
The most concerning thing was the voice in his body.
Was it really related to the unknown liquid Morgan had given him?
"Truly surprising, to be able to improve not only your spear techniques but also your swordsmanship so much in less than a month," a genuine hint of gratification shone in Scáthach's eyes.
"Congratulations, you won."
When Asher heard Scáthach's words, he couldn't help but be stunned.
He clearly hadn't touched his Shishou at all from beginning to end. Why did this count as his win?
Perhaps sensing Asher's confusion, Scáthach said calmly, "If I hadn't used the power of the runes, I would have lost just now."
If she hadn't used the runes earlier, she would have had to injure her disciple with the spear, but this was ultimately just training, and there was no need to go to such lengths. So, from the final outcome, it was her loss.
Having said that, Scáthach looked at Asher again, a slightly complex look in her eyes.
In fact, besides the surprise Asher had brought her in the battle, there was another matter she had been considering since just now, which was also why she had been distracted during the fight.
She had indeed met Lugh, and the other party already knew about Cú Chulainn's and Asher's relationship. Coupled with the fact that she had taught Cú Chulainn martial arts, Lugh had been very willing to give her the blessing of the sun god.
But that blessing was slightly different from the blessing bestowed upon Cú Chulainn. What Lugh gave her was both a blessing and a curse.
It wasn't a simple blessing, but a geis. She needed to place a restriction on Asher for him to receive the corresponding blessing.
What kind of restriction to place on her disciple was a question Scáthach had been pondering since she returned.
"By the way, Shishou, didn't you say just now that if I won against you, you would grant me any one request?" Asher's voice suddenly pulled Scáthach back to reality.
Scáthach's expression faltered slightly, then she nodded lightly, a faint smile appearing on her face. "I did say that. What is your request?"
Even though she was the one who brought it up, Asher felt a bit awkward when he heard this.
Honestly, he hadn't really thought about what he wanted Scáthach to do. Rather, she was his Shishou, and his request couldn't be too excessive. Although his Shishou usually looked very serious, she was surprisingly quite vengeful. If the request he made displeased her, he would be remembered later.
"Why the hesitation?" Scáthach looked down at Asher, who was sitting on the ground resting.
"Because I don't know what kind of request to make... What if I say something that makes you unhappy..." Asher said.
"A bet is a bet," Scáthach said, shaking her head. "Any request is fine."
Asher pondered again for a while, then shook his head lightly. "I haven't thought of anything yet. Let's go back first, Shishou."
"Alright, I'll wait until you've thought it through."
Scáthach wasn't particularly concerned. She put away her spear and walked towards the Land of Shadows with Asher.
On the way, Asher couldn't help but look back at the distant forest.
Looks like Morgan won't be coming today either?
Is it really because of the wandering undead incidents in Camelot that King Uther's restrictions on her are still so great...? Or does Morgan have other purposes?
"What are you looking at?" Scáthach's voice suddenly came from the side.
By the time Asher came back to his senses, he realized that Scáthach had been watching him at some point.
"Nothing..." Asher looked away, pretending to be nonchalant. "I was just wondering why Shishou came back in less than half a month today?"
"Does coming back so early disappoint you?"
"No! I'm very happy that Shishou could come back so early, I just think it's a bit strange," Asher quickly explained.
"Is that so?" Scáthach just said this and then fell silent, lost in thought again.
As they walked through the city gate, the guards bowed one after another, expressing their sincere respect to the Queen of the Land of Shadows. Asher followed beside her, looking like a little follower.
But even as a little follower, the surrounding people still cast envious glances. To be able to be by the side of this aloof queen, even as a follower, countless people would break their heads trying to do so.
The two didn't speak until they entered the main hall of the palace.
He could tell that Scáthach was thinking about something, so he didn't plan to disturb her. Similarly, he didn't bring up the matter Scáthach had mentioned earlier about completely healing his body.
Scáthach had returned in such a short time, most likely because the matter of healing his body had failed. If he brought it up again at this time, it would affect her mood.
Scáthach naturally didn't notice Asher's little thoughts. After thinking for a while, she finally decided to give the decision-making power to Asher.
She came to the throne in the main hall, sat down with her legs crossed, and looked at Asher, who had followed her to her side. "Disciple, if I were to place a restriction on you, what kind of restriction would you want it to be?"
She was quite curious. If Asher chose himself, what kind of restriction would he want to be placed on him?
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Emiya Shirou's Strange Journey
Here's the introduction:
I am Emiya Shirou, 16 years old. A transmigrator, living in the Emiya residence in Fuyuki City, attending Homurahara Academy.
Every day after school, I practice pole vaulting on the school grounds for 2 hours.
Every day, I drag my tired body back home to cook for myself. After eating, I practice my magic circuits in the warehouse at home.
I never go back to my room to sleep at night, always saving my fatigue for the next day, always catching up on sleep at school. The Servants are wondering why I haven't died yet...
I, Emiya Shirou, just want to live a peaceful life... so I'm going to make the Holy Grail War so unrecognizable that even its own mother won't recognize it!
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