"I really miss you, Master!"
The male student with dark blue curly hair stabbed the woman in the light with a scarlet magic spear at lightning speed. The speed, strength, and movement were exactly the same as when Lancer attacked Rider. It was a blow that could even injure a Servant.
However, such an attack was easily blocked by the woman in the light.
"This is the warm greeting you gave me the first time we met, my disciple."
Accompanied by an elegant and magnetic voice, the light dissipated, revealing the woman's true face.
The golden body, forged through thousands of trials and tribulations, brought both strength and beauty to the extreme. Her long red hair swayed in the wind of the gun like a burning flame. Although her face was covered by a black veil, her devilish eyes emitting the light of the abyss still firmly attracted everyone's attention.
The moment she appeared, the shadows seemed to come alive, curling up docilely at her feet. She was the master of the shadows, the queen high above.
The red magic gun was less than one centimeter away from her chest and was firmly held in her right hand.
"Didn't you teach me this way of greeting?"
Shinji put more strength into his hands, and the scarlet spear moved forward a little bit.
Scathach's teachings to Shinji were all-round, including training on how to deal with sneak attacks. During those three months, Scathach would attack Shinji almost every day when he least expected it, and Shinji suffered a lot for it.
"Haha, that seems to be the case. If you remember this so clearly, you won't forget the homework I don't assign at the end, right?"
Scathach chuckled and placed her left hand on the gun, stopping it just before the tip of the gun touched her body.
"When we meet again, you must have grown enough to at least last ten minutes under my gun."
"Of course I remember—"
Blue magic light emanated from Shinji's hands and spread forward along the red gun body - it was one of the core techniques that Scathach taught him, "Magic Release".
Scathach had anticipated this and released her own magic at the same time, red magic that matched the Vermillion Spear.
The red and blue magic power collided with each other, creating a small storm, and the resulting impact caused the two people who were facing each other with their guns to step back at the same time. This collision of power and magic ended with Scathach letting go.
Shinji, who had taken back his weapon, continued: "—Since I dared to summon you, I have certainly completed my homework, and even completed it in excess."
"Oh?" Scathach stretched her body, showing off her perfect curves and her suffocating pressure. "How did you exceed the target?"
"Not only can I hold on for ten minutes, I will also defeat the you of now. Then I will go to the Land of Shadows to defeat the real you!" Shinji lowered his center of gravity, with the tip of the gun pointing downward and the tail of the gun pointing upward. He was like a cheetah ready to pounce.
"Very good, my disciples should have this kind of momentum."
Scathach did not get ready like Shinji, but casually stretched out her hand and hooked her finger at the boy opposite.
"So what are you waiting for? Come and hand in your homework!"
"As you wish!"
Before he finished his words, a red light appeared, and then a gun shot out like a dragon.
The dragon's fang pointed at Scathach's throat. Although they were master and disciple, he attacked without mercy.
Scathach tilted her head slightly, dodged Shinji's stab by sticking to the sharp edge of the red spear, and rushed forward, intending to shorten the distance and rush into Shinji's arms.
The latter was prepared and shook his wrist, changing the stab into a sweep.
Scathach bent both knees at the same time, and she ducked to avoid the gunshot while her forward momentum increased instead of decreasing. She came in front of Shinji like a ghost, grabbed Shinji's neck with one hand, and punched him in the abdomen.
Shinji's expression remained unchanged, and he turned his hands holding the spear and exerted force. Suddenly, the spear stretched forward was held vertically, and the handle pointing to the sky and the ground just blocked Scathach's hands and claws.
However, all this had already been predicted by Scathach. The moment her hands were stopped, she immediately grasped the handle of the gun firmly.
It turns out that the throat grab and the belly punch were just feints, and her real target was the gun in Shinji's hand. In the previous confrontation, Shinji was able to take back the weapon because of the wrong position of holding it. This time, everyone's conditions are equal, and it will be difficult for Shinji to take back the weapon again.
Shinji remained calm, not at all anxious because he had been tricked or put at a disadvantage. Since he became Scathach's disciple, he had been suppressed by his master eight or ten times a day, and he had long been accustomed to it. It was not strange to be suppressed once more.
Moreover, he is no longer the same person he was ten years ago. He just gave her the upper hand, but the outcome is still far from certain.
The eyes captured the movement, the brain analyzed and calculated. With both hands, he cut the opponent's wrist, and stepped forward with both feet to attack the opponent's lower body. The quick response and decisiveness of the attack made the usually strict Scathach show a hint of approval.
Of course, praise is praise, Scathach will not give up the advantage easily. She should take any battle seriously, this is her fighting philosophy, even if the opponent is her disciple who she has high hopes for.
The arms and legs wrapped in black tights were like four flexible snakes, entangled with Shinji's hands and legs.
Then, a battle for the handle of the Vermillion Spear began. Since the battlefield was in a small space and the two sides were familiar with each other, the attack and defense of the two were extremely fast, which was dazzling and overwhelming. People with weak eyesight could not even see the movements of the two, such as Medea, Fujino and Kirie who were hiding in Matou's house and watching the battle between the master and the apprentice through the crystal ball.
"What the hell is going on? Isn't that the Servant summoned by Shinji? Why did they suddenly start fighting?"
Medea said she had no idea how this was going.
Originally, Shinji's sudden idea of using Medea as bait to lure Lancer and his Master apart so that he could snatch Lancer's Noble Phantasm to summon a Servant was already weird enough, but I didn't expect there would be something even weirder.
You know, even though she was known as the "Witch of Betrayal", she started fighting with her Master without even meeting him. Could it be that she was angry because she didn't summon the Servant she wanted? But she shouldn't have started fighting right away, right? After all, they were all Servants, and they were all our own fighting force. Besides, this Servant was no ordinary person at first glance.
"I'm not sure either." Kirie spread her hands and shrugged, "But I'm sure Shinji and Sakura know this Servant. Look at their expressions."
At this moment, the crystal ball just happened to project Shinji's face. He was smiling, a smile that was dark and bloodthirsty in his excitement. Although the face facing him could not be seen clearly, the same emotion could be read from the increasingly fiery eyes.
"That person—" Fujino opened her Mystic Eyes and looked at the two people in the picture carefully. After a long while, she spoke hesitantly, "—It is very likely Shinji and Sakura's teacher. Although I can't see it clearly, some of the movements she made just now seemed to be 'women's self-defense techniques';."
"What???"
Wuhui and Medea looked at each other, and their expressions could be best described in one word - confused.
PS: Erye is such a good student. He thinks about handing in his homework as soon as he sees the teacher. He is worthy of being from China. Doing homework is his instinct. Well, actually, Erye is more looking forward to when he can hand in the liquid.
PS2: La la la, today is Jian Shao’s birthday, please give me some rewards.