"The battle outside is so intense, is it really okay?"
Staying in the courtyard, Kariya Matou looked at Sakura running happily in front and asked the "person" beside him.
Dressed in pitch-black armor, wearing a dual-horned helmet making the face invisible...
Simply didn't know which country, which legend's hero he was...
Rather than a hero, he looked more like a Demon King in stories.
Just standing beside him, Kariya had already felt great pressure from that invisible momentum.
So much so that he didn't dare to speak too loudly every time.
"..."
Shaking his head, not answering anything, this Servant seemed "indifferent."
"Is that so? Now I can only trust your judgment."
"I only hope she can grow up healthily..."
"Getting involved in such a dispute is really too dangerous."
Not knowing if the other party disdained to answer or was unable to speak due to the influence of "Mad Enhancement" factor, Kariya could only agree.
After that elder was captured by this Servant and killed at the critical moment, looking at Sakura who regained freedom, he had no regrets anymore.
What he hoped for now was only that the other party could pass this war steadily.
If possible, it didn't matter if he became a "sacrifice" instead.
It was fine when there was no battle, but once involved...
A Servant like Berserker was obviously not something current Sakura could control completely.
Magical energy consumption would easily cause problems, so Kariya planned to rely on his half-baked identity to act as a member of Magical Energy supply.
But Berserker himself seemed not to mind this point?
Although failing to get a response from him previously, the other party seemed to have special skills to deal with magical energy consumption.
At least in daily maintenance, he didn't notice any uncomfortable performance from Sakura.
"Berserker!"
"Look! I got it."
Sakura trotting over smiled very happily, holding a beautiful flower in hand and shouting at that Servant who could be called "Demon King."
"..."
That rough hand stroked the little girl's head gently through the gauntlet, looking so gentle.
Kariya watching beside felt a bit unsure how to describe this feeling.
"Over there?"
Pointing to a certain direction, Berserker signaled with one hand; Sakura turned her head to look and ran over happily.
"This will do..."
Looking at such relaxed Sakura, Kariya was gratified, but he immediately saw Berserker staring at another direction with concentration, then the figure disappeared at once.
"!"
"There is an enemy?"
Reacting, knowing that Berserker deliberately sent Sakura away, Kariya became alert.
...
"Able to discover my presence so quickly?"
"You are not an ordinary person either..."
Hand already placed on the hilt at the waist, Kenshin looked at the opponent in front and said in a deep voice.
He just approached, and the opponent already detected it in advance.
That keenness was even stronger than Saber!
'The smell of blood...'
Unspeakable, but Berserker could understand what kind of nature the swordsman in front had.
That was an executioner who killed unknown numbers of people and was stained with how much blood.
Even without killing intent, that blood aura entangled on his body could be felt by Berserker the most.
Dark gray vision emitted; the past was read by him...
"!"
Just in that moment, Kenshin found the opponent stiff for a moment.
But he didn't launch an attack rashly...
The person in front was filled with "ominousness" just by looking at the attire, absolutely not an easy-to-deal-with opponent.
Even without fighting, just staring at each other, the instinct as a killer was also reminding him that the opponent was an expert not weaker than Saber.
Assassin...
Himura Kenshin...
The manslayer concerned about the people...
Not only True Name and Class, Berserker could even see the opponent's past.
This was not as simple as so-called "True Name Discernment" or "Clairvoyance."
But an ability he carried himself...
The Echo!
Contacting specific groups of people, Berserker could see the opponent's past life.
So concealment was meaningless to Berserker.
'Contradictory individual...'
Making an evaluation of the killer in front, a greatsword appeared out of thin air in Berserker's hand.
"!?"
"This... evil aura?"
Appalling momentum erupted; looking at that greatsword filled with resentment, Kenshin was astonished.
Pitch-black aura entangled on the greatsword; even the formed Dragon Eye could be faintly seen.
setting aside the origin of this sword for now, just that appearance of lifting it with one hand effortlessly was worth being alert.
Hand already subconsciously drew the sword at the waist; Kenshin also harbored the thought of probing.
Although this violated the Master's request, since as a Servant, there would be a moment of confrontation sooner or later, then might as well take the opportunity to probe the bottom now; if really not working, just escaping at that time would do.
Regarding disengaging from battle, he still had confidence...
"!"
But in the next moment, he realized how naive his thought was.
That strong physique, its agility was not inferior to the Saber encountered before at all.
In the blink of an eye, already rushed to the front.
"Bad!"
Wanting to move, the greatsword placed in front emitted dark brilliance.
Dragon Eye's Power!
Because this "Dark Knight Greatsword" was created from the slain evil dragon "Nidhogg," the sword itself contained huge resentment; Berserker could easily suppress it and use it.
Suffering erosion from the spirit, Kenshin's movement was deadlocked.
At the same time, the greatsword already slashed over.
Slash!
...
"Sakura, you wait a while first; Berserker went to get something."
"Liar."
"Ugh..."
"I know, other hateful guys came over."
Originally wanted to make a sloppy greeting to hold still, but Kariya saw an attitude distinct from before from the other party's cold expression.
"But, if it's Berserker, definitely no problem."
"No matter who he faces, he will win."
Holding a white flower in hand, the purple-haired girl issued a confident declaration.
That appearance really made Kariya feel strange...
But guilt and care for Sakura also made him not pay excessive attention.
Also at this moment, the pitch-black figure already appeared beside.
As if he went to do some trivial thing, Berserker didn't even have the intention to explain.
Although he couldn't speak either...
...
Hah... whew...
"My Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu is completely useless against him."
"What exactly is he..."
Leaning against a tree panting, Kenshin encountered such a "terrible" opponent for the first time.
Simply like confronting his master Hiko Seijuro.
'No, stronger than Master...'
Looking at the sword in his hand which had broken into two sections, his mood was very complicated.
Ignoring the graze on his chest, he recalled the result of holding the sword to slash over was stirring up sparks on the opponent's heavy armor.
The opponent didn't even need movements of defense or blocking...
He just slashed a few times, and the sword was broken.
Clearly dressed like that, but the opponent's speed wasn't slower than Saber he encountered before.
And the fighting style was a type never encountered before...
Perhaps for the current him, facing an expert of that specification was too difficult.
"Is this the so-called there is always someone better than you?"
Using the broken sword to support himself to get up, Kenshin felt a sense of heaviness.
He threw himself into this with a different philosophy, but in this war, enemies were stronger one after another.
As an executioner himself, confronting frontally seemed to gain no advantage at all.
These opponents were all much stronger than the experts of the Shogunate.
Compared with such strong enemies, he seemed still somewhat unskilled in learning.