Type-Moon, but the Servant is Tom

Chapter 98: Ahoge - How can a mere cat be so powerful?!

Chapter 98: Ahoge - How can a mere cat be so powerful?!

(the title is = ahoge and is Saber (Ahoge King) there are possibility its saber but for now i'll use ahoge. for more information google it. )

"Whoosh~."

The wind began to blow.

The decisive battle between Tom and Saber was about to commence.

Standing in front of Saber, Tom raised his head arrogantly. On one hand, it was because he stood so close that the distance between them was only about three meters. If he didn't raise his head, he couldn't even see Saber's face, just her thick quilt covering her entire body.

On the other hand, Tom felt that this posture was really cool!

In the tense moment between the two, Tom first smirked, and then he extended his left hand, beckoning Saber as if to say, "Come here!"

Although any discerning person would know that Tom was taunting Saber, as a knight, she decisively chose to take the initiative.

"Very well... As you wish!"

With those words, Saber's expression changed, and in an instant, she reached Tom's front with a speed that couldn't be captured by the naked eye. With seven parts of her strength, she swung her sword towards Tom.

However, even with Saber's speed reaching such a level, in Tom's eyes, her speed appeared to be the same as what he considered an ordinary woman's speed. Thus, when faced with Saber's seemingly fierce attack in the eyes of the audience, Tom appeared extremely composed.

"Aha!"

As Saber's sword descended, Tom closed his eyes and arrogantly placed his left hand behind his back, wielding the wooden board with a single swing of his right hand.

"Clang!"

The sword and the wooden board collided, producing a metallic clash that shouldn't have occurred.

Hearing the sound of the metal impact and feeling the sensation in her hand, which clearly indicated that she didn't strike the wooden board, Saber immediately confirmed without a doubt... this wooden board was indeed a Noble Phantasm.

Failing to succeed with her attack, Saber swiftly pulled back Excalibur, taking only half a step back before swiftly executing a 360-degree spin attack.

This strike was incredibly swift, and it would be difficult for anyone who wasn't a Servant of the Saber class to easily counter it.

Yet, even so, Tom calmly opened one eye and elegantly extended his right arm forward, twisting his wrist to aim the wooden board directly downward.

"Clang!"

Once again, Tom accurately intercepted Saber's attack.

Witnessing Tom effortlessly blocking her attack and maintaining a relaxed expression, Saber felt a wave of shame. For a knight, it was better to be defeated with all one's strength than to be in a confrontational battle where the enemy looked down upon you.

"Ha! Haa! Hah!"

Enraged by her humiliation, Saber immediately restrained herself and unleashed a series of continuous strikes. Each attack came from a different direction, displaying her cunningness.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

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The resounding sound of metal collision reverberated, accompanied by sparks that appeared with each impact.

If there happened to be a passerby who couldn't see the battle but only heard the sounds, they might wonder if someone was blacksmithing in the middle of the road.

"Ha~~~ Hmm." Tom yawned, covering his mouth with his left hand, while effortlessly blocking Saber's attacks with a single hand against the wooden board.

Moreover, Tom remained stationary, not having moved a single toe!

On the other hand, Saber continued to maneuver vigorously, jumping up and down and moving sideways, attempting various attacks from angles she considered tricky. She even resorted to crude tactics like targeting the buttocks.

Clearly, Saber was getting somewhat desperate.

However... as if Tom had eyes on his backside, even when Saber attacked his buttocks, Tom managed to fend off her strike without even turning his head. He casually placed the wooden board behind him, precisely and effortlessly neutralizing Saber's attack.

The reason Tom demonstrated such terrifying dominance in close combat was none other than the fact that, from the beginning, he skillfully feigned having a weapon with a small shovel, while Saber, on the other hand, acted like she had a weapon and swung it recklessly. Therefore, Tom, armed with a playful weapon, was stronger than Saber, who pretended to have no weapon.

Furthermore, Saber had somehow managed to acquire a gigantic toy sword, which clashed with her small shovel. So, using a large weapon was equivalent to using a small one.

Moreover, even with the advantage of a superior weapon, Saber could only achieve a stalemate with Tom. Thus, Tom's fundamental strength surpassed that of Saber.

Additionally, both Tom and Saber were using weapons of the same size, eliminating any disparity in their combat prowess. Therefore, Tom was stronger than Saber.

Thus, the clash is concluded.

Seeing that countless attacks had yielded no results, Saber, who had always been extremely confident in her divine-level swordsmanship, began to doubt herself.

Was it due to her own lack of skill, or was her so-called divine-level swordsmanship actually a deception by her swordsmanship teacher, Merlin?

Finally, Saber took a few steps back, sizing up Tom, and her entire demeanor became guarded.

"Are you still just a cat???"

Upon hearing Saber's question, Tom proudly spun the wooden board in front of him, performed a fancy sword flourish, and nodded with great satisfaction.

Of course, he was a cat, and not just any cat, but a champion among catsthe kind that wins world championships!

Not only is it the trophy of the world's mouse-catching champion, but it has also won numerous mouse-catching championships in various competitions to the point where it has a staggering collection of trophies. If you insisted on having it bring out all the trophies, it could probably fill an entire room.

In short, its feline life is either about winning championships or on the path to winning them.

However, everything changed when it encountered a mouse named Jerry.

Since that day, it seemed to have lost its mouse-catching prowess as the champion. When you think about it, it's quite melancholic.

"A mere cat, how could it possess such terrifying sword skills!" Saber felt that Tom's nod was merely a deliberate act to taunt her.

Upon hearing these words, Tom's expression immediately soured. It suddenly felt that the woman before it was not only inexperienced and playful but also unable to handle the consequences. What's wrong with being a cat? Did the cat eat her rice?!

If we really want to talk about swordsmanship, then we should mention that even Jerry's nephew, Tuffy, poses more of a challenge than this woman!

(Tuffy or some would know it as Nibble, I choose Tuffy cause I know it not the other name)