I remember that face.
Even in the middle of hell, I can remember his face very well.
He had tears in his golden eyes for having saved someone.
A person who was honestly happy from the bottom of his heart.
He looked so happy that it seemed as if he, and not me, was the one saved from this hell.
"I am so... So relieved... I'm relieved that you're okay." That person said at that moment while holding my hands.
And then ... Even though I was on the verge of death, the guy was so grateful that it made me envious.
"Thank you for being well ... Thank you for living." He had said with a big smile.
He said he was grateful to have saved someone in the end, grateful to have saved the most important thing.
And so, the Almighty God of the Universe ...
Had been saved from himself by a human child.
It seemed like a dream ... But it was reality.
That had been my destiny.
That had been my ...
Karma.
...
After the storm comes the calm. That would be the best phrase to describe the city of Fuyuki after that unprecedented devastating fire that took the lives of five hundred people, together with the material damages that would cost billions of yen.
But that was a completely different story from the one we come to tell here, in this new dawn of a bright day after that disaster. In the end, no matter what adversity struck, humans, even if they fell, would find a way to get back up once again and move forward.
That was Humanity, something so great that it could not be fully expressed to its fullest extent in insignificant words.
But well, I know this kind of thing doesn't matter to you, but I'm simply doing this to extend the text. Let's continue with the story.
On this new day for Fuyuki, the sky of immaculate blue without any white cloud stretched towards the horizon where our sight is lost admiring it, the sun manifested itself in the highest of the sky giving light and warmth to the plants, animals and humans in this precious day.
And right now, that damned star was doing what it liked to do the most... Waking people up with a ray of light filtering millimetrically through the white curtains of a certain hospital.
"Huh?!" That was the faint whine of annoyance that came from a certain child in a hospital bed.
'It's too much light ... ' The boy mentally complained about the kind of trick the sun was playing on him. As if his life wasn't full enough of misfortunes.
It was a simple light that woke him up by hitting his eyes and we shouldn't get serious about that, but after so long asleep the boy wasn't used to it and it would take him a few moments to adjust.
"Huh?" But when the boy's eyes were finally able to adapt to the sunlight and the lights of the room where he was, the little infant could not help but be surprised to notice certain details.
And how could he not be surprised? He had been awakened by an annoyingly bright sun, in a very uncomfortable, unfamiliar bed, in a completely unfamiliar room. Although in this unique situation anyone in his position would have panicked, yet the room was so white and clean that the boy felt safe.
"Where am I ... ?" Mumbled the puzzled boy, although he felt safe, that didn't mean he wasn't confused by the situation he was in.
The little red-haired boy looked around and noticed that it was a big bedroom and there were many beds just like the one the boy was in. Occupying those beds were people lying prostrate in them, and they all seemed to be injured, but not sick. All of them were people who, like him, had been saved from that fire by any circumstance. That fact made the boy relax.
Until he noticed something.
A familiar turquoise hair was lying at the foot of his bed, to whom that singular hair belonged was the young man who had saved him from the collapse of that building.
The turquoise hair was sitting on a chair next to the bed and had his arms crossed on top of the bed and his head on top of them as if they were a pillow, he was wearing a hospital gown just like the red-haired boy and was also wearing several bandages as far as the boy could see.
He seemed to have been by his side all this time.
For some reason that thought caused the redhead to feel a little more confident, and perhaps a little euphoric.
The boy turned his gaze to the window, to observe what was outside. He saw the bright blue sky, which was incredibly beautiful to his honey brown eyes, and as he stared out the window he pondered.
It didn't take him long to understand things, not to the fullest extent, but the essentials.
He had survived a terrible fire, but he was saved by that turquoise-haired young man and like the latter he was wrapped in bandages. Oh, and his parents had died, he briefly remembered flashes of his parents screaming to get him out of their burning home.
In conclusion, he was alone.
It had been a bit too frivolous and somewhat pessimistic a thought, but since there were no other children in a similar situation to his, he had no choice but to accept the fact.
But there was a problem. Just because he was quick to accept the situation didn't mean he didn't care for him to come from now on. He was a child all alone now, his future now uncertain at this point.
And just at that moment, he had woken up. Just at the moment when the redhead had begun to worry about what would happen next.
The turquoise-haired man woke up noisily.
"Wah!" The young man stood up as he began to stretch. "Ack! It hurts ... " The boy complained in pain from his injuries.
The boy looked straight at him, wondering why he wasn't in his own bed resting instead of being in such an uncomfortable position.
But when the turquoise-haired boy realized that the red-haired boy was just as awake as he was, he almost jumped on him.
"You're awake!" He exclaimed, getting too close to the boy.
The golden pupils had turned into golden crosses because of the excitement the young man felt, much to the redhead's dismay. He had never seen such a strange ocular phenomenon in his life.
The young man noticed the boy's reaction and how seemingly reluctant he was to speak, so he pulled away a little to give him space as he chuckled nervously, a soft blush appearing on his cheeks at his embarrassingly childish performance.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just that you took me by surprise, even though the doctors said you would wake up in due time, you had been unconscious for so long that I couldn't help but be surprised." The young man with strange hair and eyes had explained, before staring at the boy he had saved. "How are you feeling?"
The red-haired boy took a while to answer. "Fine... I guess."
That answer brought a slight smile to the young man's face, even though his face had a somewhat melancholic expression. "That's good."
Then the room had fallen silent, with the turquoise-haired boy staring into space reflectively while the red-haired boy didn't know what to say until the boy stared for a few moments at his savior. Despite being a complete stranger to the redhead, he couldn't help but feel a sense of security with him, he felt like a strange but fun older brother who when you least expect it ... His personality could flip a hundred and eighty degrees to your bad luck.
"Who ... Who are you?" The boy had asked him taking the strange young man by surprise having been pulled out of his thoughts without warning.
"Well ... Hehe ... " He ran a hand over the back of his neck somewhat nervously. "Well, I think you will find my name a little strange because I am a foreigner, but my name is ... "
Dan Mori.
That would be the name of that guy who became my family.
After that fire, from one day to the next I had become ... The Brother of a God.
...
Days passed, and both Shirou and Mori had stayed together talking to him to pass the time.
The red-haired boy had learned that the turquoise-haired boy was seventeen, so he was still a minor just like the boy. Therefore, they were both in the same uncertain boat where they might end up in an orphanage for an even more uncertain time until an unlikely uncertain family adopted either of them.
"Let's escape from the hospital." The turquoise-haired man began to say. "Let's go to the forest, the law will never catch us there, that's my turf!" Mori had said jokingly ... Or at least that's what Shirou hoped, because the seriousness with which the young man with golden eyes had said that made him doubt if it was really a simple joke.
Fortunately for both minors, someone had come to help them with that.
A man had arrived when the situation about his fate was starting to become more serious, he had arrived on the day his bandages had been removed and he was already able to eat without Mori's diligent and surprisingly careful help.
"I see, thank you." The man said to the doctor, before walking over to where Mori and Shirou were standing.
He wore a wrinkled black trench coat over a dark suit, had tousled black hair along with dark eyes. The man, who was a little younger than the doctor, felt more like an older brother than a father, as did the turquoise-haired man.
"Hello, you are Shirou-kun and Dan-kun, right?" The man said with a smile that seemed to blend with the sunlight of that day. His friendly voice made him look suspicious, but he didn't seem to have any bad intentions behind it.
"Ugh, Dan is my last name and I don't like formalities." It was the first thing Mori had said in response. "You can just call me Mori."
"Oh, is that so, huh? I apologize, it's been a while since I visited Korea, so I forgot some details." The black-haired man spoke ignoring the informal way the young man spoke. "So, Mori-kun it is, do you think so?"
The aforementioned smiled. "Much better."
Shirou sometimes thought his partner was a little too carefree.
"Okay, guys. I'll be direct and ask you straightforwardly, what do you prefer? To go to an orphanage or to be adopted by this man you've never seen before in your life?" Said the black-haired man releasing that surprise to both orphans, something that had really taken them by surprise.
And how could they not be surprised? As the suspicious and unknown individual who wanted to adopt them had said, he seemed to be an unreliable guy with no clear future.
Mori did not question him at all, but Shirou had the curiosity to ask him if he was related to him or something like that. But he simply received the answer that he was a complete stranger. Although it should have been worrisome, under the circumstances it was much more of the same. They knew nothing about this man just as they knew nothing about the orphanage, besides, they had been spared the time of being adopted.
So both the turquoise-haired and the red-haired agreed to go with him without much trouble.
"I see, that's good. Then get ready quickly, you both need to get used to your new home." The guy started packing Shirou's things quickly, while Mori did the same with his.
In the eyes of the redhead, the way the guy who would adopt them packed was really terrible, the boy was almost sure that he could pack better. Even Mori, someone carefree was better at doing such a task ... Well, just a little better at doing it.
After a few minutes, after the man made a mess of packing he made an expression of having remembered something.
"Oh, I forgot to mention something important. I have one last thing to tell you before you come with me, is that okay?" Announced the black-haired man, causing uncertainty and some suspense.
Even the golden-eyed young man perked up to hear what the guy had to say.
The man turned to look at both of them with a cheerful expression. "My name is Emiya Kiritsugu, and to sum up ... I am a magus." He said it in a rather serious tone that bordered on exaggeration.
But the effect happened in just an instant. Like a naive child, Shirou believed his words without any proof.
"Wow, you're unbelievable, man." Said the red-haired boy with eyes sparkling with excitement.
Kiritsugu replied with a smile for his childish naivety before leaving the hospital room, he had other things to do to finish adopting both youngsters in addition to the processes to get them discharged from the hospital, fortunately thanks to the contacts he had all that should be resolved in a few hours.
So both Shirou and Mori were left alone in the room with the other patients in bed.
Then the red-haired boy turned to see his new "brother" out of mere curiosity, the aforementioned had not spoken much, something strange on his part. But when the boy looked at the turquoise-haired ... He found him pouting childishly.
"How dare he... ?" He mumbled through his teeth. "Getting my Shirou-kun so excited ... This won't stand!"
The aforementioned child had a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead because of the somewhat childish behavior of the young golden-eyed stranger. When the latter realized he was being watched by his new younger brother, he smiled at him.
"Looks like we're family now, huh?" Mori said with a somewhat nostalgic expression, as if remembering moments from the past. But soon after he shook off those thoughts and approached Shirou with something in his hands, said object he placed it on top of the redhead's head catching him a little off guard. "Let's say this is ... A small gift to commemorate the occasion with my dear new otouto." A big smile came across his boyish face, making his large fangs visible. "Oh, and one more thing, I am a god!"
The red-haired boy was puzzled by the action as well as the strange words of his new brother, apparently he felt jealous of Kiritsugu when Shirou admired him for being a magus, so apparently the turquoise-haired boy decided not to be left behind ... Even if it was necessary to call himself a god? That was a bit too far-fetched. But the boy decided not to question his savior, mostly so as not to make him feel bad, so without bothering about it he looked towards the window where he could see his reflection and thus discover what Mori had given him as a present of brotherly bonding.
Shirou opened his eyes slightly in recognition. "Wow, this is ... "
The turquoise-haired man smiled frivolously. "Take good care of it, it's one of my most prized possessions."
A sleep mask, a dark green sleep mask was on top of the redhead's head, a little above his forehead, in his hair. It was the sleep mask that Shirou had seen fall from Mori's head when he had saved him from that collapsing building.
The most prized possession of the once Jin Mori.
"It's incredible, thank you but ... What about you? What will you use to sleep?" Asked the boy out of curiosity to his new brother. Don't misunderstand, he actually felt grateful for that gift but he didn't want Mori to get rid of something so precious to him.
He was startled by that question, it had taken him by surprise. But finally he answered by raising his right hand, where on his wrist there was a green cloth tied on it, something that surprised the red-haired boy a little since he had not noticed that cloth before until now.
"Now I don't need to sleep." Mori made a fist with his hand while his golden eyes became bright crosses. "Just keep moving forward."
That answer simply confused the boy much more, but he didn't question his new big brother much more.
"Good!" The turquoise-haired man stretched and jumped up from his chair, as could be seen the young man was completely healed and surely there would be no problem to be discharged when Kiritsugu returned in a few hours. Time enough to give the young man some time to think and reflect on certain things. Things that his new little brother could not know ... At least not for now. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go out for a moment on the roof. I need some fresh air, these white walls are suffocating me. Make sure you have your things ready when the old man arrives." With that said, the young stranger with the unique and bright eyes left the room towards his aforementioned destination.
Shirou let out a somewhat exasperated sigh while still in his bed. "Easy for you to say, you have nothing to keep."
...
When Mori finally reached the lonely rooftop of the hospital he leaned his arms on the railing. He took in the vast expanse of blue sky and the vast concrete forest in which the hospital was situated, the city of Fuyuki, similar to and inherently different from Seoul.
And quite similar to his world.
Yep, the turquoise-haired man had realized he was in another world. Even though he wasn't the smartest monkey in the sage kingdom even when he carried the magnificent title of the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal (Self-proclaimed title obviously), after going through so many battles, the loss of his grandfather and that fire where he saved little Shirou and had met Kiritsugu for the first time, it gave him enough time to reflect every day until he came to the conclusion that ... This was not his world.
Mori had been born in the sage realm, arrived at the Skyscraper and descended through all the heavenly realms, he had been in the human world before discovering his true identity as Sun Wukong, and now that he realized it didn't feel the same. The air, the people ... The world in general was different from what he remembered.
One of the first clues was the fact that the date differed greatly with that of his world where it was 2012, while here it was 1994, a difference of almost two decades. Also, when I had time I watched the international news and when they talked about South Korea, there was no news about Ragnarok. In itself, this world seemed almost peaceful.
Key word, almost.
Even if a Ragnarok hadn't happened, there had been something of lesser magnitude but just as chaotic that had caused that fire. Mori was pretty sure of that, but that evil and darkness ... It was nothing of the human world, so that meant that there was possibly a hidden side of the world as in his own world with borrowers of power, beings that transcended humanity and crazy types.
The former Monkey King sighed wearily before looking at the green cloth on his wrist, an accessory that had once been worn by Hui Mori, his clone, the most original person in the whole wide world.
"Is that how you felt when we parted ways? When you had to take my place accompanying Daewi and Mira?" The fallen god spoke with sadness and empathy, as if he could finally understand and appreciate the clone that had helped him in his fight against Satan. "You felt so ... Lost?"
He lost a war because of his arrogance and his desire to fight against the heavenly kingdom. He had lost the one he loved at the hands of the Supreme God. He had died fulfilling his revenge. Although he found a new family and friends to count on, he had left them to their fate in addition to making his clone suffer by making him try too hard. By the time he thought he had solved everything and saved the world from Ragnarok ... Everything was taken away from him.
His things, his friends, his family, Xuanzang ... He was even cast away from his own world to a different one, perhaps the work of the Holy Grail used by Mubong Park.
Mori's hands clenched the railing tightly at the thought of that treacherous human. In spite of everything he did for him ... But that man was only interested in a human world of humans for humans and for the good of Humanity, a place where for obvious reasons the Monkey King did not belong in the eyes of that member of The Six.
But there was something to note, right now Jin Mori was dead and only Dan Mori remained, a name that had occurred to the fallen god to turn the page and represent what was now ...
The Most Human Monkey King.
Yes, he had lost most of his powers and divine treasures due to the side effects and consequences of his combat against Satan, the betrayal of Mubong and also his arrival to this new world for Mori.
His Yeoui was broken and he only possessed a copy kept inside his ear and with its lowest possible weight. The other fragments and halves of the staff that made him so feared by the celestial realm were scattered who knows where.
Yongpyo, his great armor that made him almost invincible against any threat had vanished. He remembered very well why, the spirit inside the Dragon King's armor no longer considered him worthy of its protection.
When he called out to the Geundoowun, the great cloud that could cross worlds with ease to answer his call did not respond at all. It was as if it had lost complete connection with her.
The Gourd, his magical pumpkin had broken into thousands of pieces when confronting Satan.
And finally the Circle, the Core of Life of the former master of the Seventh Heavenly Realm ... It was with Shirou.
Mori knew it, that strange spherical object had traveled with him to this world hiding in his mask which he had given to Shirou. But in spite of that, that weapon was completely inactive and did not come out of his mask at all even though the former Monkey King could faintly feel its presence there.
In short ... He was lost.
But not alone.
Shirou, that child he had saved, but in reality the red-haired boy had saved him. That child taught him that no matter how desperate the situation, no matter how dark the path, no matter whether or not there was hope or even any divine miracle ... As long as he didn't give up in the end it would all have been worth it.
Perhaps now ... He should put into practice the words of Xuanzang and his grandfather Taejin. To love even a little himself and not hate humans, after all, that little human boy had saved him from self-destruction having lost his will to live.
So he would carry on with him until the end.
Though personally he had not wanted that man known as Emiya Kiritsugu to get involved, but that was for the least. Although he reminded him a bit of Mubong Park, people who considered that the end justified the means, had it not been for that man and that National Treasure so powerfully sacred in his hands, little Shirou's injuries would have been much more serious and would have taken up to months to recover like the other survivors of the fire who were barely showing improvement in their recovery, while the red-haired boy only took almost two weeks to fully recover.
The rapid recoveries of both Shirou and Mori had left the doctors dumbfounded. Mori even though he had lost his power and his body was still devastated from using the limit remover for two hundred and fifty thousand, he still had a better physical constitution than any human on earth and had healed quickly. But in Shirou's case it was a different matter, that National Treasure that was still inside him was still working on his recovery, slower now but still just as steady.
In short, both Mori and Kiritsugu had saved Shirou's life, whether the turquoise-haired man wanted to acknowledge that fact or not, so he owed him one ... And there was also another reason why he had let that unknown man adopt them both.
Even if it was for a moment, even if he refused ... Mori had seen a reflection of himself in Kiritsugu.
Someone who despite everything he did for others ... Ended up losing the most important thing.
He saw the loss, he saw the frustration, he saw the anger, he saw the sadness... He saw the same death wishes reflecting in those lifeless, lightless eyes.
He truly felt sorry for the man, and when Shirou and Mori had agreed to go with him ... The big smile full of euphoria he had put on could not be false, at that moment Kiritsugu seemed to be the happiest man in the world ... It was a smile that he was too reminiscent of Xuanzang and Taejin when they died.
That despite being on the verge of death, they still had something that made them feel alive. For Kiritsugu that anchor of life was Mori and Shirou ... While for the fallen god that anchor was only the red-haired boy. Therefore ...
The former monkey king sighed before looking at the wide blue sky and raising his hand towards that expanse of blue. Before he was the Almighty God of his world and now he seemed just another human in this new world, but that thought did not discourage him it simply encouraged him.
"And here we go again."
Mori left the rooftop after finishing his reflections, he was going to return with Shirou to accompany him while Kiritsugu arrived ready to adopt them. But just then something caught his attention, a television that was broadcasting the news channel something quite interesting. Patients and medical staff watching the news murmured or watched the TV in amazement, but no one was more perplexed than the former Monkey King himself.
"No ... No ... Don't fuck with me!"
"And in other news! We passed with Hinata-san who is flying over the Sea of Japan, where a mysterious stone pillar fell a few weeks ago."
"Thank you, Daiki-san. Right now we are flying over the sea around the pillar that fell a few weeks ago. The researchers haven't said much about it, but apparently it is composed of a mineral that doesn't belong to any of the periodic table. In addition, divers have informed us that the pillar ... It literally extends to touch the bottom of the sea!"
"Wow, that's... Wow. Thank you very much for your report, Hinata-san. What could this strange pillar be that appeared out of nowhere? Something from ancient times that resurfaced? Could it be something of extraterrestrial origin? Tune in for more information!"
At least Mori already knew where one of the two broken ends of his Yeoui was located.
...
Kiritsugu had returned in a couple of hours with all the paperwork ready and adopted them when the hospital discharged them both on the same day. From then on they were family.
Emiya Kiritsugu.
Emiya Shirou.
And Dan "Emiya" Mori.
Because of his Korean name, the turquoise-haired boy preferred to carry that name as a nickname than anything else. And with that done, the new family of three left the hospital with some clothes Kiritsugu had bought for them, surprisingly they were the right size.
Mori had a white shirt with a green jacket with orange trim, blue jeans and sneakers. The cloth headband that Hui Mori had had, was still firmly tied on the turquoise-haired man's wrist.
On the other hand, Shirou had a black shirt with a red jacket with yellow trim and details. Black pants and sneakers just like his new big brother. On top of his head he carried the green mask that Mori had given him earlier.
The three of them went to get a cab to their new home, besides getting used to it, they also had to help finish the remodeling of the place to make it more livable. Kiritsugu had clarified that he had been temporarily living in another part of the city for some business and that he was dedicated to doing work around the world, but due to certain events that Mori assumed were involved with the big fire, he had now dedicated himself to doing some small business to buy a new house in Fuyuki and settle there permanently, besides leaving aside his work abroad for a while.
But while they were looking for a cab, Mori passed by a trio that caught his attention.
They appeared to be a couple with their daughter. A man with tousled brown hair next to a woman with long red hair, both held the hands of a girl the same age as Shirou with dark brown hair who stood between them.
They looked like an ordinary family, but ...
'That way of walking ... He doesn't waste any energy.' Mori analyzed that man with his eyes. 'Who ... ?'
"Mori-nii!" But Shirou's call brought the aforementioned man out of his thoughts.
When the turquoise-haired man turned when his name was called he could see the red-haired boy wanting to get his attention, with Kiritsugu beside him with an impassive face. Beside them both was a cab, only waiting for him.
Mori turned around, but he did not see that man with such a perfect walk again, nor the woman, nor his apparent young daughter.
The former Monkey King shrugged his shoulders before going to the cab where he would take them to their new destination.
'Apparently this world has its own secrets too, huh?' Mori couldn't help but think with some excitement. Before heading straight towards the cab where they were waiting for him.
This would be a new beginning.
...
A few minutes had passed before they arrived at the place where their new home would be from now on.
The house ... Or rather Japanese style mansion was located in the Miyama area of Fuyuki, where old houses and traditional buildings such as the new Emiya residence were built. They were specifically in the section of old Japanese houses that had a mountain behind them so it was colder, in the other section there were western style houses where foreigners once settled for a new start and are the homes where their descendants now dwell.
And when they arrived at their new home ... Well both Mori and Shirou realized that there was a lot of work to be done.
The lawn was out of control, the paint had fallen off, new roof tiles were needed, some pillars and walls looked very old among other details, the only thing in relatively good condition was the shed which was made of concrete.
Fortunately Kiritsugu had already prepared a team of workers who had arrived a few minutes after the arrival of the new Emiya family.
And so the work began, and both the red-haired and the turquoise-haired helped. While the workers were in charge of building and repairing things, Shirou was dedicated to organize things while Mori helped everyone in general, moving things, cutting the grass, as well as hammering ... Although he had to measure his strength because in his first attempt he cracked the wall. While the patriarch of the family, Kiritsugu was sitting at the front of the house supervising the whole process while he seemed to reflect on some things.
Mori sighed after moving several wooden boards. "I knew there was going to be work, but I didn't think so much." The young man muttered to himself as he watched the workers at work and Shirou organizing where everything would be.
Suddenly, he heard someone knocking on the front door of the courtyard of the house.
The former monkey king looked at Kiritsugu. "I'll get it, don't worry."
The black-haired man nodded in response.
So in this way the fallen god walked to the entrance and proceeded to open the gate. And was met with the sight of a girl on the other side.
The girl was a little shorter than Mori, with brown hair tied in a high ponytail that reached her neck. She had slightly tanned skin and light brown eyes. She appeared to be wearing a school uniform from some nearby school, which consisted of a white long-sleeved shirt with a brown sleeveless vest, black skirt, white socks and black shoes. The most unique thing about the girl was that she was wearing a shinai with a tiger pendant on the hilt.
"Uh... Hello." Said Mori, not at all expecting a student to knock on his door. "I'm Dan Mori, what can I do for you?"
The girl looked the young man with golden pupils in front of him up and down as if analyzing him, after a few seconds he deigned to answer.
"I am Fujimura Taiga, I come on behalf of my grandfather Raiga who wants to talk to Kiritsugu-san for some business." The girl now known as Taiga introduced herself, besides expressing her intentions and the reason why she was here.
"Oh, I see. Then, come, come in. I'll tell the old man right now." Was the flippant reply the fallen god gave her before turning around to walk towards the black-haired man and let Taiga pass.
But after a few meters, Mori senses a hostile intent behind him as his pupils turned golden crosses. Instantly with his foot he lifts a broom that was on the ground to turn around and block an incoming attack ... Which belonged to Taiga herself who had attacked with her shinai!
The altercation caught everyone's attention, making them the center of attention.
"Mori-nii ... " Shirou muttered with a box full of things in his hands as he watched from afar.
Kiritsugu turned his gaze towards both young men as well, although he didn't seem alarmed by the situation if he was somewhat curious about the Yakuza princess's performance.
"Hey, why did you do that?!" Mori exclaimed, using the broom as a makeshift stick to stop the girl's attack.
But instead of an answer, the turquoise-haired man received a smile from the Tai ... No, at that moment she was no longer Fujimura Taiga, the Yakuza princess ... She was now the Tiger of Fuyuki, the best swordswoman in all of Fuyuki and all around the city.
The former monkey king couldn't help it, but he saw something of his friend Mira in Taiga ... And that terrified him indeed.
"I can see it... I can see it very well." Taiga muttered under his breath, making the young man with unique eyes nervous. "You're a martial arts master!"
That statement gained the interest of several, but especially the red-haired and black-haired Emiya.
"Wh ... ?" Barely pure vociferation from the former great sage before Taiga spoke again.
"That posture ... That way of walking ... Even your breathing! You don't waste unnecessary energy on anything mundane! That's another level of martial arts!" Taiga exclaimed tightening her grip on the hilt of her shinai and stepping forward causing Mori to step back. "This excites me! Let's fight!"
Dan Mori had only been in this new world for at least two weeks and as soon as he left the hospital trouble seemed to be waiting to find him.
What he didn't know was that this would be the tip of the iceberg.
The Fallen God Sun Wukong had a long and bumpy road ahead of him now ... At least he was not alone, a faithful sword was accompanying him on this intense journey.
This was...
His destined journey.
...