Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 914 - : Handing Homework

"I wanted to see you, Shishou!"

The male student with deep blue curly hair thrust the crimson magical spear towards the woman in the light with lightning speed. The speed, the strength, and the movement were identical to Lancer's attacks on Rider—it was a strike powerful enough to injure even a Servant.

However, this strike was effortlessly blocked by the woman in the light.

"Such a passionate greeting from my disciple."

Accompanied by an elegant, magnetic voice, the light faded, revealing the woman's true form.

Her well-toned, golden body, honed to the pinnacle of both power and beauty, was on full display. Her long red hair swayed in the wind from the spear, like a burning flame. Though her face was veiled in black, her pair of demonic eyes, glowing with an abyssal light, captivated everyone's attention.

The moment she appeared, it was as if the shadows gained life, obediently curling at her feet. She was the queen, the master of shadows.

The crimson magical spear stopped less than a centimeter from her chest, firmly gripped in her right hand.

"Isn't this the way you taught me to greet you?"

Shinji added more force with both hands, pushing the crimson spear forward slightly.

Scáthach had taught Shinji comprehensively, including how to deal with sneak attacks. Throughout their three months of training, Scáthach had ambushed Shinji almost daily, often catching him off guard and making him suffer.

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"Hehe, yes, I seem to recall something like that happening. Since you remember that so clearly, you haven't forgotten the homework I assigned you, have you?"

Scáthach chuckled lightly as she placed her left hand on the spear shaft, stopping it just before it could touch her body.

"When we meet again, you must have grown enough to last at least ten minutes under my spear."

"Of course, I remember—"

A blue light of magical energy emanated from Shinji's hands and spread along the crimson spear's shaft—this was none other than one of the core techniques Scáthach had taught him: Mana Burst.

Scáthach had already anticipated this and simultaneously released her magical energy, red to match the crimson spear.

The red and blue magical energies clashed, creating a small storm. The resulting force caused both of them to take a few steps back from their standoff, with the struggle ending when Scáthach let go of the spear.

Seizing back his weapon, Shinji continued, "—Since I summon you, of course, I've completed the homework. In fact, I've overachieved."

"Oh?"

Scáthach stretched her body, showing off her perfect curves and overwhelming, suffocating presence, "How exactly have you overachieved?"

"Not only will I last ten minutes—I'm going to defeat you now. Then, I'll head to the Land of Shadows and defeat your true self!"

Shinji lowered his stance, the spear tip pointing down while the butt of the spear pointed up, his entire body poised like a leopard ready to strike.

"Very good. My disciple should have such spirit."

Unlike Shinji, Scáthach didn't take a formal stance. She casually extended her hand and beckoned to the boy across from her.

"So, what are you waiting for? Come hand in your homework!"

"As you wish—!"

Before the words even finished, a red flash appeared, followed by the spear striking like a dragon.

The dragon's fangs were aimed straight at Scáthach's throat. Despite being master and disciple, there was no hesitation in the attack.

Scáthach tilted her head slightly, dodging Shinji's thrust by the narrowest margin, the spear blade grazing her cheek. She then pushed forward, attempting to close the distance and force her way into Shinji's guard.

Shinji had anticipated this. With a flick of his wrist, the thrust transformed into a sweeping motion.

Scáthach bent her knees, ducking under the sweep while increasing her forward momentum. Like a ghost, she closed the gap between them, reaching out with one hand for Shinji's neck and aiming a punch with the other at his abdomen.

Shinji's expression didn't change. With a twist of his hands, he rotated the spear so that its shaft, now pointing skyward, blocked both Scáthach's grab and punch.

But this had already been within Scáthach's predictions. The moment her hands were blocked, she firmly gripped the spear shaft.

It turned out that her grab for Shinji's throat and punch to his gut were just feints. Her true goal was the spear in Shinji's hands. In their previous standoff, Shinji had regained the weapon because she had grabbed the wrong position. This time, with both starting from equal footing, it would be much harder for Shinji to take the weapon back.

Even so, Shinji remained calm, showing no signs of frustration or anxiety from being outmaneuvered. From the moment he became Scáthach's disciple, he had been suppressed by her countless times, day in and day out. He was long used to it. Being suppressed once more didn't faze him.

Besides, the Shinji of today was far from the Shinji of ten years ago. Just because she had gained the upper hand didn't mean the battle was decided.

His eyes tracked her movements, his brain quickly analyzing and calculating. His hands moved in sync—one high, one low—striking at her wrists, while his feet stepped forward to attack her lower body. His reaction was swift and precise, so much so that even Scáthach, who was known for her strict standards, showed a hint of approval in her eyes.

Of course, approval was just approval. Scáthach wasn't one to easily give up an advantage once she had it. She believed that every battle should be taken seriously—that was her philosophy, even when the opponent was her highly regarded disciple.

Her arms and legs, clad in the black skin-tight suit, moved like four agile snakes, intertwining with Shinji's hands and feet.

Thus began a fierce contest for control over the crimson spear's shaft. Since the battleground was so small and both were master and disciple, the speed of their attacks and defenses was dizzying, leaving onlookers with no chance to keep up. Anyone with a slightly weaker sense of sight wouldn't even be able to follow their movements, such as Medea, Fujino, and Kirie, who were watching the chaotic battle between master and disciple through a crystal ball from the Matou residence.

"What's going on? Isn't that the Servant Shinji summoned? Why are they suddenly fighting?"

Medusa was completely baffled by the turn of events.

Shinji's sudden idea to have Medusa act as bait to lure Lancer and his Master apart, to steal Lancer's Noble Phantasm to summon a Servant, was already strange enough. But now things had gotten even stranger.

Even Medea, who bore the title of Witch of Betrayal, had never started fighting her own Master right after summoning—could it be that Shinji hadn't summoned the Servant he intended and was now angry? But still, why start fighting right away? Regardless, a Servant was still an ally in battle, and this one wasn't ordinary.

"Well, I'm not quite sure either," Kirie shrugged, raising her hands, "But I'm certain that both Shinji and Sakura recognize this Servant. Look at their expressions."

At that moment, the crystal ball projected an image of Shinji's face. He was smiling—a dark and bloodthirsty smile filled with excitement. The face opposite him, though obscured, showed similar emotions in the increasingly intense glow of her eyes.

"That person—"

Fujino, who had activated her Mystic Eyes, studied the two figures carefully, hesitating before speaking, "—might be Shinji and Sakura's Shishou. I'm not entirely sure, but she just used a few moves that looked like Women's Self-Defense Techniques."

"What?!"

Kirie and Medea looked at each other, their expressions perfectly summed up by one word: confusion.