Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

Okita Souji stood in place, her cold face showing a hint of surprise.

"I even used my Shukuchi technique, and she still managed to block it…"

She flicked her sword, sending a crimson arc of blood scattering onto the ground.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she stepped forward again, her body disappearing into Bazett's blind spot, reappearing in an instant like a dimensional leap, slicing towards Bazett's abdomen.

Bazett, always on guard for Okita's attack, saw her reappear before her and her expression shifted. But she didn't panic. She sunk her right arm down.

There was a tearing sound.

As fabric shredded, Bazett retreated several steps, putting some distance between them. Her right arm burned with searing pain, but her abdomen remained untouched.

"No problem. I can defend against her."

Bazett's spirits lifted, and battle intent returned to her eyes.

Okita Souji pursed her lips in frustration.

She really blocked it!

Her Shukuchi technique was her trump card, second only to her Noble Phantasm. Revealing it without being able to sever at least an arm left her unsatisfied.

"This is my first battle since being summoned by my Master. Forget about defeating the enemy—she's barely even hurt! And the worst part is, she's not even a Servant but a modern magus. What will my Master think of me?"

Okita Souji's heart raced.

Oh no! What if my Master thinks I'm useless?

"Saber."

"Yes, Master!"

Okita immediately straightened her posture, standing like an obedient puppy waiting for instructions.

"You are permitted to use your Noble Phantasm."

Roy's magically-modified voice reached her.

"…Understood!"

Okita Souji bit her lip, reluctantly agreeing.

To be forced to use her Noble Phantasm against a modern magus… her Master must be terribly disappointed and see no other way!

Okita Souji turned to face Bazett, only to notice that Bazett had returned to her previous position, where she picked up a metallic cylinder from the ground. From it, she withdrew a black sphere made of an unknown material.

A final showdown, huh?

Okita Souji took a deep breath, positioning herself in a chūdan no kamae stance, her legs spread wide apart.

This chūdan stance, commonly used in traditional Japanese swordsmanship, placed the sword's tip at eye level, aiming directly at the opponent's left eye. It was a clear indication of a thrusting attack.

Okita Souji was renowned in history for her mastery of this stance. Her most famous technique, her signature thrust, had eventually been honed into the Noble Phantasm she now wielded.

"Behold the brilliance of my secret sword! One step, sonic boom; two steps, instant strike—"

Opposite her, Bazett's lips curled into a confident smile.

"A showdown of trump cards? Too bad, you've already lost the moment we entered this phase!"

The black sphere floated up from Bazett's hand, glowing with ancient runes. The surface shimmered, and from its core emerged a short sword, barely a foot long.

Electric sparks crackled along the blade, forming a faint smoke ring around it.

Bazett swung her fist, about to make contact with the sphere.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, a surge of excruciating pain, as sharp as an electric shock, coursed through her body without warning.

Bazett groaned, her eyes widening in disbelief as she collapsed to the ground, her body uncontrollably writhing.

The runes on the sphere flickered out, and the weapon fell to the ground, as dull and lifeless as an ordinary rock.

"That's enough, Saber. You can stop."

"Three-step… what?!"

Okita Souji nearly tripped over herself, stumbling in shock.

When she came to her senses, she saw Bazett lying on the ground for reasons she couldn't comprehend.

"M-Master~~!"

The girl swordsman looked up at Roy with a pout, dragging out the last syllable of her complaint.

"Agh… Ahhhh—!"

Bazett lay on the ground, clutching her chest in agony.

A mysterious pain radiated from her heart, which was beating erratically, as though it were rebelling against her body. The overwhelming pain rendered her motionless, leaving her no choice but to gasp out weak cries of suffering.

Her previously formidable image was now utterly shattered.

"Master, how did you do that?"

Okita Souji scanned the area, confirming there were no other enemies present. Satisfied, she dropped her guard.

She turned to Roy and was taken aback.

In Roy's eyes shone a brilliant light—black and white, gleaming like precious gems. His gaze was locked on Bazett with an almost hypnotic intensity.

Mystic Eyes?

Roy didn't respond to Okita's question. Instead, he walked over to Bazett, who was writhing on the ground, and knelt beside her.

"Master?"

"It's nothing."

Seeing Okita's concern, Roy waved her off reassuringly.

He knelt down beside Bazett and reached out his hand.

Then, he began unbuttoning her suit.

Okita Souji: "┌(.Д.)┐"

After undoing the buttons on her suit, Roy moved on to the buttons of her shirt.

"M-Master?!"

Okita Souji covered her eyes with one hand but peeked through her fingers with the other.

What are you doing, Master? Could it be that her beauty has ensnared you? Stop! My Master isn't someone who would be so corrupted!

With both her suit and shirt fully unbuttoned, Bazett's burgundy undergarments and a generous expanse of pale skin were revealed.

Bazett's figure was more voluptuous than expected. Her ample chest, the sculpted lines of her abdomen—everything about her physique exuded strength and sensuality, the kind that only comes from rigorous training.

Unable to speak due to the unbearable pain, Bazett could only glare at Roy, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and helplessness.

Roy stared down at her exposed body before slowly extending his hand toward her chest.

Okita Souji: "(/ω＼)"

"There it is."

Roy's hand landed over Bazett's heart.

On her pale skin was a glowing green magical seal.

With a swift motion, Roy clenched his hand, shattering the seal.

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!"

Bazett's eyes bulged in agony, her scream tearing through the night. Moments later, she passed out, her body going limp.

"Let's go."

Roy picked up a fragment of the broken seal and turned to retrieve Bazett's metallic cylinder, walking away without a second glance.

"You're not going to kill her?"

Okita Souji glanced at the unconscious Bazett, now utterly defenseless.

"No need."

Okita nodded, then stepped forward to carefully adjust Bazett's clothes, covering her up before following Roy down the mountain.

Along the way, the thirteen layers of magical barriers they had passed earlier seemed to ignore their presence entirely.

"Is this your Mystic Eyes at work, Master?"

"Yes."

At the foot of Mount Ryuudou, Roy closed his eyes, visibly weary.

"These Mystic Eyes are unique to me. There's no record of anything quite like them in human history, so I named them myself—The Mystic Eyes of the Inverted Moon."

"Their power is simple: complete control over all spells."

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