Together with House-Husband, Part 2, Chapter 35 – Pain.

Together with House-Husband, Part 2, Chapter 35 – Pain

“Invisible Air- Full Release.”

A wind ferocious enough to visibly distort the atmosphere was given form by the enraged King of Storms.

Perhaps she had tried to minimize the damage to the nearby surroundings. Condensed, concentrated, held in check, spirits of the wind that had lost their destination swirled around the wrathful holy sword.

Invisible Air, fire!


“Damn it!”

“Too slow!”


*Thwooooosh!*

The wind howled, like the roaring of a dragon. Liberated from the captive anger, the wind created a vacuum that carried fury along with the gale. The attack surpassed the speed of sound, capturing Archer with no time to escape.

*Boom!*

“—Gah…!”


The “sword of wind” swung from below sent Archer’s body flying into the air. Due to the range, the wave of vacuum had been unable to demonstrate its full effect, and he did not suffer a cut similar the sharpness of a blade.

However, the directed shockwave that had sprung forth, the extreme vibration; they were more like a giant hand than any breeze, and the heavenly blow shattered the membranes of his ear drums and inflicted severe damage to his entire body. Even while his head swam from the overwhelming impact, Archer moved reflexively to protect his body from crashing into the approaching red “something”.

*Sss..—Clang!*

“—Gah …Ahh, hah, gaah… hah…!”
His eye sockets, his nostrils, his ears- blood flowed from all, as Archer was racked with injuries. The red “something” had been the part of the arch of the Fuyuki bridge. He had at last reached his goal, but his damaged inner ear had ruined his sense of balance. In his current state, he would likely die in the midst of escaping.


“Guh…. Agh… Haaaah!”


But even then, he could not fall in a place like this. He gathered the reserve magic power in his body and stood, prepared to face death. Wet with blood, his bright red field of vision captured Fuyuki at night.

Which way… the river, which way?

This way, Servant Archer.

The cold voice echoed. Its beauty far surpassed the utterance of some lone reaper, but for the woman he knew it was far too severe.

His blurring eyesight saw the white reaper standing before him. Even grimacing, the silver was all the more enchanting. Saber.

Honestly… How naive.”

There was no need to call out to a dying man. Simply bringing down her blade in silence was sufficient. By all rights, it should have ended. It should have.

…?

Something was off.

His thoughts were suspect due to his injures, but the sense of unease produced suspicion. Had Saber really been such a soft opponent? Had she been the sort to show kindness to her enemies due to the remnants of her knightly chivalry?

Had she been the sort of knight to pay proper respect to the battle, and unreliably exhaust her own strength to slay an enemy?

*Whoosh! Shing!*

However, as if to prevent an answer from reach his growing doubts, Saber filled the space between them in an instant. Archer defended against the blow with his last hope, Kanshou.

*Krkrrrr…*

A duel, swords pressed together, had begun. Sparks flew and brightly illuminated the faces of both. Their physical strength was incomparable. Bodily condition, too, was wildly disparate.

…So why? Why lock swords?

Visible behind the sparks was Saber’s regretful face. Far to the side of his reddened vision, standing like a gravestone, was Fuyuki Port Side Building. He caught sight of a fluttering cloth halfway, catching the direction of the wind. And then, his current location, Fuyuki’s large bridge.

Those four signs conveyed the meaning of Saber’s baffling conduct. Archer realized the true intentions of the enemy master of Saber, overlooking the battlefield.

Yes, why had Saber been waiting in that place? The answer was clear. It was the most suitable location for shooting at the bridge…


In that moment. Without indecision or hesitation. Archer released the strength he had been using to lock swords with Saber.

*Shunk*

“—Ah?”

Saber let out a small gasp of amazement. Invisible Air tore into Archer’s body. Flowers of blood bloomed. Agony wracked his chest. But for that instant, Saber’s rigid body had loosened.


The enemy’s real intention was to-


*Thump*

Archer shoved Saber’s shoulder. His exhausted body was struck and staggered several steps backward.

Together with the ever-reliable servant who put an end to the movement. The enemy was slain.

*Bam! —Sssst!*

Streaks of magical bullets cut through the wind. From the roof of Fuyuki Port Side Building, consecrated 12.7mm x 99 ammunition flew. Packed with enormous amounts of A-rank magical energy, they tore through Archer’s chest.

“—Gaah-”

The heartless attack that would have partially torn through Saber as well released the last remaining reins of consciousness in the Bowman, and stripped away the fighting strength from his body. Falling backwards, Archer missed his footing on the arch of the great bridge and he plunged, head over heels, into the dark Mion River below.

“…What?”

From atop the arch, Saber stared at the dark water’s surface far below. What had that Servant done just now?

With a heartbreaking face, bearing something painful. He had borne the full force of Invisible Air as if to say his own wounds were inconsequential, and pushed Saber away.


◆ ◆ ◆


To protect her, perhaps.

“Why?”

She would not die. Even for her Master, Saber’s death would be a pointless detriment. The strategy of relying on Saber’s astonishing healing ability was typical of the callous nature of her Master. Her Master used her as means to an end.

Even so, she had not been discontent in accepting the tactics. The full extent of battle ability available had secured her passage to the bridge. That it had stretched out this long was her own mistake. She had given her assent to wound them. In order to reliably defeat the few remaining Servants.

The latter half of the Holy Grail War. Abandoning mutual consensus thus far, the two had acted independently, concealed themselves, harassed by the forms of hidden enemies, unable to hide their impatience. Their methods were different, but they shared a common goal. A quick conclusion to the war. And then victory. For that reason, she had even thrown away her own pride. Saber accepted even her master’s cold tactics, and resolved for form a united front. In order to win.

Saber would not die with this strategy. That Servant should have understood that much. So why, then, had he saved her?

*Twinge*

The eyes that had looked upon her. A grievous expression. It reminded her of the faces of the knights she had left behind. The loyal and beloved Knights of her Round Table. Sir Bediver, Sir Lucan.

Why did that Servant make her feel that way?

“……”

She shook her head. Disregarding your own self to save others. And risking your own life for the sake of the enemy. There was no meaning in a battle like that. There was no meaning in that method. Live, live, live on and on. If you couldn’t grant your desire, there was no point.


*Shff*


She turned. To face the next battle. But as she began to walk, the Bowman’s painful expression lingered in her mind.


Together With House Husband, Part 2, Chapter 35.

The outstretched hand has no words; nonetheless, something remains between the two. In the midst of battle, what was it that he further desired? That existence-

Together with House-Husband, Part 2, Chapter 34 – In The Palm of One’s Hand.

Together with House-Husband, Part 2, Chapter 34 – In the Palm Of One’s Hand.

It was still seven hundred meters to Fuyuki’s large bridge. Two shadows raced atop cars, scattering sparks. Archer and Saber.

*Kshing!*

Filling expanses of ten meters or so at a time with leaps propelled by explosions of magical energy, Archer broke into combat with Saber without pause. Once, twice. Steel clashed. Kanshou, alone, continued to receive the blows made invisible by Invisible Air.

“Haaaaa!”

“Owaaah!”

The backwind sliced through bamboo. Saber’s sword, wielded with incredible speed, made a howl like a tornado and struck deep into the area around the wounded Archer, but merely seized a piece of his flesh. The blows would not amount to a lethal wound.

Saber’s volley of attacks was essentially gunfire with blades. Every down swing brought with it an explosion of magical energy that gave the sword far more intense acceleration than the mere stroke; when it struck it’s target, it gave off enormous amounts of kinetic energy. A dagger receiving it head on would warp, and with a sword the wielder’s arm would be tormented with pain.

Quality over quantity. The attack was a shell of certain death. Having passed through battlefields while crushing the iron armor of each of her opponents was exactly how she had obtained that deadly technique. It was Saber’s strategy.

However, even bullets of such a caliber would not be enough to guarantee victory in a mutual battle between astute Servants. The speed made it simple, the destructive power made it easy to read; she had a literal “scabbard” to mask these weaknesses, the Noble Phantasm “Invisible Air”.

Her sword work was invisible. There was nothing more dreadful than this in close-quarters combat. Overwhelming power and speed, and invisible swordsmanship.

Invisible Air would not be a minus factor in the battle for Archer, however. Her sword, Excalibur, was the one sword he knew the most exhaustively about. Its length, shape, weight. The user’s range, and methods. He knew all perfectly. Consequently, under the battle conditions in stasis, it would be impossible for him to be defeated by Saber.

His skill at taking advantage of the battle’s circumstances, his mind’s eye- exceeded even their difference in physical abilities. If lodged into a stalemate where movement was unreliable, the arena was his. Even if one arm would not withstand an attack.


“—-Ah!”

*Shoom!*

An attack on his left hand. Just like he knew the palm of his own hand, Archer’s defensive sword work widened the distance between him and Saber. There was doubt on her face- and impatience.

“Hmm? What’s she in a hurry for? …That’s not like her at all. But there’s nothing I can’t use.”

“What’s wrong, Saber? Heh… Bothered that your proud Noble Phantasm is useless?”

“…? Hm. What do you mean by that? This should be the first contest between you and I.”

“Well, I am the Servant of the bow. I specialize in reconnaissance and sniping over in-fighting. Just maybe… I saw one of your battles somewhere, Saber?”


“—!?”

Saber’s expression hardened at his words. Doubt and irritation. Just what did her opponent know about her? That suspicion would inevitably appear in her swordsmanship.

“Then I shall simply exceed what you have learned.”


…Hah.
Cleverly, he had gotten Saber fired up for the match. She’d gotten caught up in it, as usual!

Archer, while on the defensive and fully aware of his opponent’s abilities, could not endure blows possessing power greater than any cannon for much longer with his one arm and one sword. From the beginning, Archer had been wishing for this moment when victory would be decided rather than a battle of attrition.

Saber’s sword was a one-hit kill. When that power was at its fullest. At that very instant.

*Sss—Shing!*

Ringing steel. He simply countered, waiting for the blow that would destroy Kanshou.

The beginning. Due to the loose footwork that had let him escape from the impact, the blade intercepted flowed to the left.

“—Hmm.”

The countered sword’s force remained, slightly shifting Saber’s stance to the left, but by bracing her flowing body and right foot, she forcibly restored it, and she swung an attack as she turned around to destroy both Archer and Kanshou.

“—!”

But Archer was not there. She perceived only the holy burial cloth. The discarded red wrap disappeared into the darkness. Archer’s form had disappeared. Obviously, he could not have vanished. He had gone around to Saber’s blind spot.

*Boom!*

“—-Ah!?”

*—-Bam!*

A flash! Spinning like a top around its center, a car’s luggage rack slammed into Saber’s body.

What had occurred was simply harnessing their crossing. With the assistance of the charging strength of the armored plate on her upper right arm, he had tripped her up into going onto her pivot leg. The strength of the charge of Saber, who wielded a sword with a velocity akin to a bullet- He utilized it, and lead it… The energy of Saber’s own charge was all in an instant turned into a blade to attack her own self. It was unavoidable.

A mixture of superb and perfected close quarters combat and incredible dynamic vision that made combat possible- a kind of hand-to-hand technique learned by soldiers. Archer’s many years on the battlefield had not been for show.

“—Hah!”

He would not let the chance escape. He would crush the back of the collapsed Saber’s head in no time.

*Thwack!*

Jolted by the impact, a crushed and warped rack. It moved to crush Saber’s body. But, it was avoided. Turning over immediately, her right arm guard protected her head. A terrifying defensive instinct.

But even then, this was a large gap. Now was his chance to escape!


Three hundred meters left. Without a moment of hesitation, Archer kicked off the bed of a truck and leapt to a nearby car. If he made it all the way to the bridge, he could dive into the water and escape. In its darkness, she would likely be unable to track him. But-

“…Damn!”

His gaze raced back, and discovered Saber, standing astride the roof rack. She appeared to have recovered already.

Archer was amazed. Her tenacity was like some creature from a horror movie. When he had been her Master, she had not nearly been such a monster. He unconsciously made a bitter smile at the indication that he had been a truly lackluster Master.

Two hundred meters left. Nothing distracted him now. Archer focused only on hurrying on. But he felt a chill creep up his back.

“…? What the-!”

Unable to neglect the feeling, Archer stopped and turned his head.

What lay behind was mayhem. The fury the calamity Saber had brought forth. Wind. A wind of death.

*Sssshhhhhsh!*

“Invisible Air- Full Release.”


Together With House Husband, Part 2, Chapter 34.
Basic ability, skill at close-quarters combat, offensive strength.

There is a large difference in all between the two. He may very well know the full scope of her power, but confronted with Saber, an short range combat expert who has deployed her Noble Phantasm, the disadvantage is clear.

Cleverness will not obtain the finishing blow. He is a bowman. The finishing blow lies entirely in tactics.

Therefore, Archer may have moved nimbly to escape, but…

Type Moon are not going to C77, staff working on Mahoyo.

Yeah apparently they’re real deep into Mahoyo now. So much so they’re giving C77 a miss to immerse themselves in it.

PARTY

Yeah, I could not find an image to express myself with properly. Enjoy this.

Also Mahoyo had better be:

1. Really good.

2. With loads of delicious Alice and Aoko.

Also, while they may not be there, I’m hitting ufotable’s booth for the Full Color KnK Original Motion Picture Illustration book.

EDIT: I JUST NOTICED THE TYPE MOON vs NITRO+ calendar. Fuck year.

Comiket 77, Checklist Edition.

C77 catalogue showed up today. Usual place(s). You know where to go, if not, try the yellow brick road or a blue pill.

Soon

So yeah, did the same thing last year, doing the same thing this year. This year, however, I’m going to actually BE there.

TL note: The picture says: “saa, sorosoro fuyucomi no jikan da” or “soon… it shall be time for winter comiket”.

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