The Holy Sword Wielder Does Not Believe In God.

Chapter 6

"Could you turn your torso a little to the right? Without moving your head." A flash envelopes Kamui.

"L-like that?" The blonde moves tensely, trying her best to find the posture the photographer wants.

He smiles behind the camera, the distinct click of the trigger heard five times. "Perfect, thank you."

'I don't know how many photos have been taken.' Kamui mentally deadpans as she welcomes the next photographer.

"Wow! You even have a claymore this time!" The voice of the Laure Lebel's cosplayer rings in Kamui's keen ears.

The villainess glances back over her shoulder. "Oh. It's you."

"We didn't exchange our names yesterday." The woman extends her hand with a nervous smile. "Maya Hopper. Wait no! In Japan it's Hopper, Hopper Maya."

Kamui stares in disgust at her hand, tentatively shaking it. "Emiya Kamui."

Her companion nods in her direction. "Hashihira Kotetsu."

"Can I take a look at your sword? Please, please, please?" Maya pleads Kamui.

The blonde gives it to her with a confused expression. "Uh... here."

Maya takes the sword with both hands, a huff escaping her when Kamui lets go of it. "It's heavy, is it Steel?"

Kamui nods. 'A simple projection with a design similar to the one Cynthia uses in the last doujinshi.' She muses. 'It is fragile and dull, but it's not like I need it for combat.'

The blonde eyes narrow ever so slightly. 'Now that I think about it, it's really strange. After projecting the claymore, I haven't fed it any mana.' She raises an eyebrow as she watches Maya swing the sword with a very bad form. 'And yet, it won't disappear...'

"Maya. Maybe we should take the photos." Kotetsu puts a hand on his partner's shoulder.

She gives the claymore back to Kamui with a sheepish smile. "Of course."

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"What are you playing?" Kamui leans over Mizuki's shoulder.

The green eyed girl glances back. "Pokemon Go."

Kamui hums. "Do you have Rowlet?"

The teen looks puzzled. "Rowlet?"

"The plant owl. It's a starter I think." Kamui explains.

Mizuki's eyes open wide in realization. "Ooooh. This one." She then frowns. "I don't have it. Not that I could, it's too recent."

"Oh ok." Kamui looks confused. 'I thought this generation was added to the game.'

The poor blonde does not know many Pokemons. 'Pikachu, Rowlet, Eevee, uh... Garad-, Gariad-, no. Glarados? The useless fish's evolution.'

She might know more of them, but you will have to show her what they look like first.

"That's Charizard." She smirks to herself, recognizing the Pokemon Mizuki was using to retrieve the Comiket's Gym.

Mizuki stares back at her with an expression that says 'Duh. Of course it's Charizard.'

"Emiya! You should prepare yourself!" Yuki calls, rearraging his stall.

She lazily grabs her sign and balances it over her shoulder.

"Hum. Excuse me, Emiya, was it?" Their neighbour calls.

She squeezes herself between the table before sitting on the table in front of Himiko. "Yeah?"