Shirou was running on the street, writing down what happened during this period in his free time.

"Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. Since last year, Nero has been using various methods to sneak up and attack me during the noon period."

Shirou just dodged the spear flying above his head and kicked away the flying cupping pot.

"I'm still used to this attack for the time being, and I can clearly feel that the laziness in my body has been suppressed."

Shirou narrowly avoided the enemy who jumped down from the roof, and went directly into the alley to take shelter temporarily.

"But, one year has passed quickly. Should I leave?"

Shirou recalled that last time, he almost walked out of the city gate, but as soon as he got behind the city gate, he looked back and saw Nero standing there holding the sword, his eyes full of sparkle.

Shirou originally wanted to be so cruel and leave, but when he thought of how desperate Nero would be when he saw this scene, he hesitated to leave.

The two of them stood in a stalemate at the city gate until the time was up. Seeing Nero coming to take him back with a smile on his face, Shirou knew that he might not be able to get out of this door.

Shirou unknowingly came to the city gate again, and looked at Nero who had been standing there waiting for a long time. Shirou did not go past Nero because he knew that once he left, he would really not be able to look back.

The two of them waited like this until the time was up, and Nero took Shirou and went straight out.

"Shirou, let's go for a walk outside the city today. I think something good will happen today."

Nero's intuition was always very accurate, and Shirou also found it boring to stay in the city all the time. The point was that Nero usually didn't allow him to leave.

Nero took Shirou to a remote plain. There was no one around, but Shirou always felt that something was approaching them.

"Shirou, do you feel it too?"

Nero was holding a long sword and was in an extremely excited mood.

"I didn't expect that someone else came to assassinate Yu, and I felt that there was probably only one person coming."

"Be careful, I sense that the enemy is a servant."

A carriage drove over from a distance, and a man wearing a red robe and an arm guard on his right hand came down. But this man, how should I say, looked a bit plump.

"Are you the future Roman Emperor? You look like just a little girl, no threat."

The man looked at Nero as if he were some kind of elder of Nero.

"You are the one who actually judges whether I am suitable for the throne based on gender. Isn't this prejudice?"

When Nero heard the man's speech, his anger was drawn out by him.

"This is my personal opinion. After all, my thoughts are different from yours. Well, let's stop talking here."

The man pulled out his long sword and pointed it at Nero.

"Future king, come and fight me."

"What I wish for."

Nero rushed forward with his sword, turned around and struck the man's sword with his sword. Unexpectedly, the man's strength was unexpectedly great, and he could actually fight Nero to a draw.

"That's it?"

The man wielded his weapon, using strange and dexterous sword skills that did not suit his size, which made Nero a little unable to resist.

"flaw."

The man kicked over, but Nero blocked it with his sword, but was kicked away a few steps away.

"too weak."

The man aimed directly at Nero's head and slashed at it at an unimaginable speed. If Shirou hadn't intervened and pulled Nero away, Nero would have been knocked down long ago.

"Oh, I didn't expect the servant next to you to be so fast. You have already lost. Please leave obediently. I want to fight him."

"Shirou, let me continue, I'm okay."

Nero was very angry when he saw the man who defeated him so easily and wanted to continue going up.

"That's enough, Nero, you did a great job."

Shirou held Nero's sword hilt, let go of Nero's hand, and asked Nero to calm down.

"Leave the rest to me and I will defeat him."

"We made an appointment, we must win."

Nero knew that Shirou would not let him down, so he gave up his opponent to Shirou.

"Then, here I come."

Shirou took out his general Moye and rushed forward.

"Oh, not bad."

After fighting with Shirou for a while, the man realized that although Shirou was less powerful than him, his strange swordsmanship could help him protect himself and defend against his attacks, making the man understand that this was a difficult opponent.

"Your Excellency is indeed very powerful, but you won't be able to resist my sword so easily."

I saw the golden sword in the man's hand shining brightly, slashing at Shirou's swords at an invisible speed. The man's swinging sword was like a high-speed electric fan, slashing Shirou's sword one after another.

The two swords are getting stronger and stronger.

"Oops."

A crisp sound sounded, and the two swords in Shirou's hands were cut off, and the remaining slash hit Shirou's chest, splattering a layer of blood mist.

"Shirou!"

Nero shouted worriedly, but when he saw Shirou retreating and steadying his steps, he didn't worry as much.

"So fast and very strong. Is this your power?"

"That's right, unknown servant, come on, you can actually take one of my moves. It seems you have some trump cards that you haven't shown me yet."

Shirou looked at the unknown man and knew that he might need to borrow Shiro's power.

"Ding ding ding."

The Sword of Athena was already in Shirou's hand, and the horn was ready.

"Oh, this power is exciting."

"Then, here I come."

Unexpectedly, Shirou's sword broke away from its master's hand and was thrown. The man was surprised, and he deflected the attack. However, he saw Shirou grabbing the thrown weapon back with a chain, and Shirou was holding the other one close to the man.

around.

The iron chain was directly wrapped around the man's sword, preventing the man from swinging the sword better. Shirou had already slashed at him with the divine sword.

The man had no choice but to use the shoulder pads on his hands to block Shirou's attack, but how could Shirou end the attack so easily? His left hand had transformed into the glove of Hercules and hit the man in the stomach.

"Eno."

The man was hit by this brute force, and the sword in his hand fell out of his hand. The man was directly punched and flew away. Shirou picked up the man's long sword and threw it away.

When the man was about to be stabbed, he regained consciousness, waved his sword and stopped, standing there to catch his breath.

"I didn't expect that it would be a feint. It seems that my swordsmanship needs to be improved. After all, I have always relied on strategy to get things done. Sure enough, I still need to continue training."

Looking at Shirou who wanted to continue attacking, the man raised the golden sword in his hand and muttered something.

"I come, I see, I conquer, the shining golden sword cuts off everything, Huang's death."

"Be careful and have no worries."

Shiro took control of Shirou's body in time, and the Sword of Olympus appeared in front of him.

Shirou saw that the man had come to his side, wielding invisible sword skills and constantly hitting the big sword. If the Sword of Olympus hadn't been too powerful, Shirou would have been split in half by this force just now.

"Oh, you actually blocked my Noble Phantasm. It seems that your weapon has a great origin."

"Huang's death, and the line "You are Julius Caesar, the former emperor of Rome."

Nero looked at the changes on the battlefield and did not expect that his enemy was actually the former emperor and his ancestors.

"Oh, it seems I am somewhat famous. I didn't expect anyone would remember me."

Seeing that the noble phantom was ineffective, Caesar had no choice but to distance himself.

Shirou took back the Sword of Olympus. After all, the amount of magic consumed was staggering.
Chapter completed!