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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [5]

“—!”

Emiya Shirou’s pupils contracted sharply. The moment the demon's words fell, it had already appeared at his side.

Its claw swept down like a deadly whirlwind, aiming straight for his head.

At the exact same instant, just as Shirou raised his katana to block, a wave of killing intent—raw, suffocating, and drenched in blood—erupted behind him.

That bloodthirst… it reeked of death, the kind that only came from countless slaughters. Unhidden, unfiltered,...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [4]

"Back to the inn—now!"

Emiya Shirou’s mind snapped to the katana he’d seen lying at the inn’s entrance.

A wooden stick wouldn’t cut it—literally. Not only was it incapable of seriously injuring the enemy, it might not even be able to harm it at all.

And that wasn’t even accounting for the monster’s bizarre ability.

If he couldn’t figure out how that ability worked, then even with the katana in hand, it would be meaningless.

Unfortunatel...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [3]

At this point, even if Emiya Shirou didn’t want to fight, leaving this place wasn’t an option.

He hadn’t been running in a straight line, true—but no matter how disoriented he was, there was no way he could have looped back to the same spot so quickly.

And judging from what the monster had said, it was obvious: returning to the inn was its doing. If he kept wasting his strength like this, he really would die here.

"A stick? Keh keh keh! Suc...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [2]

The sudden noise startled Emiya Shirou so violently that he lost his footing and tumbled down the stairs.

“Keh keh keh… What a coward. But this age, this muscular elasticity... I bet your flesh is going to taste divine!”

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Shirou forced himself up and looked toward the stairwell.

Bathed in blood-red moonlight that poured down from the sky, the figure above was fully illuminated.

Sickly pale skin, crimson lips t...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [1] & Synopsis

This is simply the story of a so-called hero of justice.

The story of a man named Emiya Shirou.

At a certain moment, at a certain point in time, a door that should not have existed appeared before this man.

Just a second-rate magus, barely able to perform reinforcement magic.

Just an ordinary person without the strength to save others.

Just a so-called hero of justice, drowning in his own ideals.

Emiya Shirou—

Who are you really try...

Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [195]

“Elias... did you hear a strange sound just now?”

Zoroark’s voice was low, uncertain as she turned to Elias.

She wasn’t sure if that dragon’s roar had been real or just something she imagined as she drifted off to sleep.

“A strange sound?”

Elias blinked, then shook his head.

“Nope. Didn’t hear anything.”

“Oh... alright.”

Zoroark slowly nodded.

Maybe she really was just overtired—that must’ve been it.

Bu...

Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [194]

What... was that just now?

Lucario stared at the scorched trench gouged into the earth—wider than his entire body—and felt a chill crawl down his spine.

Even in his [Mega Evolved] state, he doubted he could unleash an attack with that level of devastation.

Judging from the power behind that [Hyper Beam], the Pokémon they’d briefly clashed with might be on par with Regigigas.

Lucario didn’t know why a Pokémon...

Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [193]

“That fast?”

Watching Zoroark return to the tent with a pleased look on her face, Elias raised a surprised eyebrow.

After he and Cynthia had agreed to let Zoroark decide Volo’s punishment, she’d dashed off in high spirits.

Knowing her, Elias had expected it to take a while.

But barely ten minutes had passed—and Cynthia had only just left—when she returned.

“I had to hurry before anyone saw me…” Zoroark muttered with a trace of regret.

Her ...

Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [192]

Zoroark was in excellent spirits—her worldview had just taken a major step forward.

But no sooner had that thought settled than another, far more pressing question crept in.

Now that I’ve figured out what I want to strive toward... where am I supposed to find a giant catastrophe?

The former High Sovereign of Sinnoh had earned respect by stopping a meteor.

But there was no second meteor conveniently waiting for her to block.

And honestly... Zoroark su...

Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [191]

Killing Volo—would it affect Cynthia’s existence?

Elias had discussed this briefly with her.

She didn’t seem particularly bothered by the idea. Her stance was clear—if he wanted to kill Volo, then do it. Don’t worry about her.

But even if Cynthia said so, Elias couldn’t just brush it off.

After all, if the ancestor dies while the descendant still lives... something about that just felt wrong.

Still, sparing Volo? That wasn’t happening eithe...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [30]

The train rumbled into the station, clattering over the rails, bringing with it a breath of cool wind.

The doors slid open with a hiss.

And with them, a boy’s voice — low, resonant, and magnetic — drifted into the air:
“Congratulations. Your boyfriend’s about to get a girlfriend.”

His words caught the ears of everyone — passengers getting off, passengers getting on — all momentarily stunned.

They turned to look at Kitahara Takeru and Katsura Kotonoha...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [29]

“What are you two doing?”

Kamikawa Rie had already been suspicious of the relationship between Kitahara Takeru and Katsura Kotonoha — that’s why she’d followed them.

And what did she see the moment she stepped out?

From her angle, it looked like Kitahara had Kotonoha pinned against the wall, gripping her shoulders as if he were about to kiss her hard.

It was the very scene she had fantasized about countless times.

But now that it was happening — with ...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [28]

Every Friday, students acted like cats about to go into heat — overly excited and restless.

All they had to do was get through the day, and tomorrow they could sleep in. No more dragging themselves out of bed at the crack of dawn.

They could hole up in an air-conditioned room, sip chilled drinks, and spend the entire day gaming without anyone breathing down their necks.

Everyone was buzzing with energy — everyone except Kitahara Takeru.

Because he’d discovered so...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [27]

Sitting in the backseat of the extended Rolls-Royce, Yozakura Hitomi cast a glance toward Katsura Kotonoha.

Kotonoha wasn’t sure if it was just in her head, but the moment Hitomi’s gaze swept over her, she felt a sudden sharpness in the air.

Hitomi’s eyes lingered for a few seconds on Kotonoha’s conspicuously full chest. Then she rested her cheek on her elegant fist and smiled sweetly.

“And what does any of this have to do with me? Why should I care?”

Kitah...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [26]

Click!

8:30 p.m.

With the clear sound of a lock turning, the classroom door slowly opened from the outside.

A beam of stark white light spilled into the darkness.

Hearing it, Katsura Kotonoha lifted her head.

Standing in that light was a clean-cut boy in a white shirt.

The brightness cast a soft glow on his face. His eyes lifted slightly, a gentle smile curving at the corners of his lips.

“Katsura-san, I’ve come to take you home.”

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [25]

Kitahara Takeru covered his ears. “Keep it down, would you? It’s not like I have Alzheimer’s.”

“Alz–what now?”

Watanabe Akari blinked those giant eyes of hers—eyes that looked like they were made for a mascara commercial.

Takeru wasn’t about to waste time explaining basic terms. Instead, he offered a polite but clearly strained smile.

“You’re looking down on me, aren’t you? What’s with that fake-ass smile?”

Akari stomped forward, stopp...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [24]

It wasn’t a weekend, nor was there any special event, yet the McDonald’s inside Tokyo’s Rokuten Shopping Center was unusually packed.

“He’s so good-looking.”

“Do you think he’s a model or an idol?”

“Wait, he’s wearing a school uniform. Anyone know which high school he’s from?”

Girls from different schools whispered among themselves, sneaking glances at the silver-haired boy sitting by the window in a clean, white dress shirt.

The golden ...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [23]

The sun dipped lower toward the horizon as a flock of crows swept past the Seijō campus buildings, silhouetted against the dusk.

By the shoe lockers, Kamikawa Rie stepped up to Kitahara Takeru.

“Takeru, want to go shopping later? The shops we like just got some new arrivals.”

Takeru closed his locker with a soft clack. “Can’t. I’ve got plans today.”

He had an appointment with Katsura Kotonoha.

Sure, he didn’t really want to get involved wi...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [22]

The final class of the day was PE.

If this were back in China, our chronically sick gym teacher would’ve probably called in “sick” again, and we’d be doing math or English instead.

But this was Japan. PE teachers here didn’t fold that easily. So class proceeded as usual.

At Seijō High, PE was held with three classes combined.

After the standard warm-up exercises, the gym teacher waved the students off.

“Takeru, come on, let’s play!”

Just as...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [21]

“Good morning, Kitahara-kun.”

“Morning.”

“Kitahara-kun, you’re looking handsome today too!”

“Thanks.”

From the school gate to the academic building, girls in pleated skirts and ribbon ties greeted Kitahara Takeru nonstop.

Takeru responded to each one, unfazed and polite.

When he opened his shoe locker to switch into his indoor shoes, a few pink envelopes fell out.

Love letters — again. At this point, he barely reacted.

He stu...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [20]

At exactly six a.m. the next morning, Kitahara Takeru woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he realized his mind was disturbingly clear.

Not like some cartoonish transformation where a knock to the head turns you into a math genius who sees everything in geometric formulas — but he could definitely feel something had changed.

It was like a mental switch had flipped. All the math problems that used to make no sense now came effortlessly to him.

So this is what 8...