At the barbecue restaurant, Fujimura Taiga had brought Broly for lunch. As he quickly devoured the meat she grilled and placed on his plate, he kept glancing through the glass window at a jewelry store across the street.
"Why are you staring at the jewelry store? Are you regretting giving back the sapphire that someone gave you as a thank-you gift?"
Fujimura Taiga, noticing Broly's gaze, also looked at the jewelry store across the street and couldn't help but ask.
"The sapphire Sakura's father gave was of excellent quality. If we had sold it, we could have eaten many meals like this."
"No, I don't regret it."
Broly shook his head.
"I gave her that stone to make her happy."
"Then why are you staring at the jewelry store?"
Fujimura Taiga asked curiously.
"I gave her something, but I haven't given you anything. I don't have any more stones like that, so I want to go to a place that has those stones and get some to give to you."
Broly answered very seriously, which was why he had been staring at the jewelry store after noticing it.
"So, you want to buy jewelry for me?"
Fujimura Taiga placed another piece of grilled pork belly on Broly's plate.
"Huh? Do you need money to get those stones?"
Broly frowned as he ate the pork belly.
"Generally, yes."
Fujimura Taiga replied.
"Unless you can find an unclaimed gemstone mine and mine it yourself. That would be an exception."
She added.
"Then where can I find a gemstone mine?"
Broly pressed.
"I don't know."
Fujimura Taiga shook her head, then took out the sapphire to admire its mesmerizing ocean-blue color.
"Then can I just take the stones from that place by force?"
Suddenly, Broly pointed at the jewelry store across the street and clenched his small fist as he asked.
"Stealing is wrong."
Fujimura Taiga immediately lectured him.
"Besides, no one would want stolen goods as a gift, at least I wouldn't."
"Huh? You wouldn't?"
Broly was stunned, looking at the girl who seemed to adore the sapphire, unsure if she was being truthful.
"Of course not. I'm a righteous person."
Fujimura Taiga, who came from a pure yakuza background and whose grandfather had just closed a weapons deal the day before, said such a thing.
"Listen, you're still young, but you mustn't go down the wrong path and become a bad kid."
Fujimura Taiga could tell that Broly was just a simple child.
Although his understanding of the world was a bit off, she didn't want to see him go astray because of his innocence.
"What's a bad kid?"
"A bad kid is..."
Fujimura Taiga stopped mid-sentence, noticing the look of curiosity on Broly's face.
"In short, you just need to remember that you can't steal or take things by force. Otherwise, I won't be your wife, and I won't grill meat for you anymore."
The orange-haired girl spoke sternly, instilling in him the idea of not stealing or taking things by force, and being an upright, good child. This was completely different from the Saiyan values that Paragus had instilled in Broly since childhood.
In Paragus's teachings, anything could be taken by force as long as you had the strength, including the throne of the Saiyan king.
The clash of values left Broly somewhat confused. However, with the help of grilled meat, he quickly sided with Fujimura Taiga.
To sum it up in one sentence: Fujimura Taiga, who was currently grilling meat for him, was absolutely right in everything she said. Broly would unconditionally nod and agree with her.
As for the traditional Saiyan values instilled by his old man, Paragus, they were completely irrelevant in this situation.
At this moment, Broly's brain belonged to the "Grilled Meat Sage." Fujimura Taiga's words were like absolute truth, leaving a mark in his mind alongside the delicious grilled meat he was eating.
The meal cost nearly 30,000 yen, and Broly alone consumed 90% of the meat.
When it came time to pay the bill, the barbecue restaurant owner was just glad that his shop hadn't been turned into an all-you-can-eat buffet. Still, he was sweating bullets.
Returning to the Fujimura residence, Broly found himself at a loss for what to do. Seeing the large tree in the backyard with its lush green leaves, he felt a sense of familiarity and began to climb it.
"It's not soft at all."
But after lying down on the canopy, Broly realized that while the leaves looked the same color as Baaya's body, they were far from comfortable.
"Should I go home?"
The successful return of young Sakura and the joy she displayed had an impact on the young Broly.
Now, with nothing to do, Broly began to recall what he used to do during his free time on Planet Vampa.
He would lie on Baaya's body, gazing at the mostly clear, blue sky of Vampa. Although the sky above him now was also blue, it had more white clouds, a rare sight on the dry, water-scarce Planet Vampa.
[That cloud looks like the ice cream I just ate!]
Broly licked his lips, savoring the dessert he had enjoyed with his grilled meat.
Luckily, he had just eaten, so he wasn't too tempted.
[That cloud...]
Time passed as Broly tried to figure out what shapes the clouds resembled. Eventually, he fell asleep on the tree canopy.
By evening, the aroma of food woke him up.
Jumping down from the tree, no one noticed his actions.
Following the scent to the kitchen, Broly saw the busy chefs and remembered how Fujimura Taiga had come to call him for breakfast that morning. He decided to do the same and ran out of the kitchen.
He went to the room Fujimura Taiga had told him about the previous night, where he could find her if he needed anything, and slid the door open.
Inside the tatami-floored room was a low table. When Broly entered, the orange-haired girl was bent over the table, writing furiously.
"What are you doing?"
Broly asked curiously from behind, startling Fujimura Taiga. Her pen slipped off the grid of her notebook.
"Don't sneak up behind me and suddenly talk! You scared me!"
Fujimura Taiga complained, then took out some correction fluid to fix the mark left by her slipping pen.
"So, what are you doing?"
"Doing homework. I'm still a student, after all."
"What's a student?"
"Here we go again. Little kids shouldn't ask so many questions."
With that, she pulled Broly into her arms and ruffled his hair.
However, considering his situation, Fujimura Taiga patiently answered his question.
"A student is someone who learns knowledge.
To survive in this society, people need to learn certain things.
Hey, Broly, do you want to learn?"
"Can knowledge be eaten?"
"Knowledge isn't something you eat, but if you learn well, you can go to a good school. Graduating from a good school makes it easier to find a good job, and with a good job, you can earn more money. With more money, you can buy all kinds of delicious food. So, in a way, yes, it can be eaten."
Fujimura Taiga explained patiently.
"Then..."
Broly seemed to ponder for a moment, then suddenly slipped out of Fujimura Taiga's embrace and knelt down beside her.
"Wife, I want to learn knowledge!"
With his small hands on the ground and his head bowed in a gesture of humility, Broly spoke these words.
"Huh?!"
Fujimura Taiga was stunned, completely baffled by the child's sudden behavior. It wasn't exactly a formal bow, but it was close.
"You don't need to do that. If you want to go to school, I can ask my grandfather."
As soon as Fujimura Taiga finished speaking, Broly responded with an "Oh" and quickly stood up.
The information in his brain hadn't lied to him; it had given him a practical way to ask for things.
Clearly, the fragmented memories of the otaku were at work again.
A famous scene from *Slam Dunk* had been recreated in the world of *Type-Moon*.
Unfortunately, no one in this world would likely get the reference.
"By the way, why did you come to my room? Did you need something?"
Fujimura Taiga asked.
"I came to call you for dinner."
Broly answered honestly.
"What, are you afraid to eat alone?"
Fujimura Taiga thought Broly might be scared to eat with the yakuza members in the Fujimura residence, who didn't exactly look like friendly people.
"No, you came to call me for breakfast this morning, so I thought I should come call you for dinner."
Broly shook his head and explained his reasoning.
"Huh?!"
Fujimura Taiga was taken aback. After a moment, she hugged Broly tightly.
"Broly, you're just too much!"
She began rubbing her face against his.
This kind of乖巧 (well-behaved) and adorable little brother figure was exactly what she, an only child, had always wanted.
Although his endless questions could be terrifying and annoying, this child had come to her room in the evening to call her for dinner, just because she had called him for breakfast in the morning.
To someone who had a brother and was used to being called for meals, this might seem ordinary.
But for her, even if someone came to remind her about meals, it would usually be a burly yakuza member, like the one with the scarred face.
But now, look at this little guy who let her hug and rub his face. How could that scar-faced guy compare?
Fujimura Taiga's happiness level continued to rise as she rubbed her face against Broly's, peaking at 55 points before leveling off.
"Can we go eat now?"
Broly finally asked, not quite understanding why his words had made her so excited and happy.
"Of course, let's go eat together."
Fujimura Taiga replied with a smile. Even though they had only known each other for a little over a day, being with this boundary-less child felt like having a乖巧 little brother by her side.
As the two headed to the dining hall of the Fujimura residence for dinner, in the neighboring former Fujimura residence, which had been sold just the day before, the magus killer Kiritsugu Emiya was feeling frustrated.
"It seems being too cautious isn't always a good thing."
Yesterday, after encountering the little girl from the Tohsaka family who had been adopted by the Matou family in the Fujimura residence, Kiritsugu had started overthinking things.
He had spent the entire day investigating the situation, but before he could uncover anything, the girl had been returned to the Tohsaka family.
Realizing this, Kiritsugu understood that running into her had likely been a coincidence, not part of some grand conspiracy against him.
But his overly cautious mindset had cost him a whole day of rest. Already sleep-deprived, he was now in an even worse state.
"Maybe we should cancel tonight's operation. You should get some sleep."
Maiya Hisau suggested from the side.
"No, the Holy Grail War is a race against time. Something must have happened between the Tohsaka and Matou families. I need to take advantage of this situation and quickly deal with that Clock Tower Lord..."
Kiritsugu rejected Maiya's suggestion.
When he first arrived in Fuyuki City, he had set up a plan to lure out enemies by having his wife Irisviel pose as Saber's Master.
The good news was that enemies had taken the bait. The bad news was that almost all of them had shown up, and one of them had even casually revealed their true identity.
Of course, none of that was the main issue. The real problem was the first enemy to take the bait, Lancer, a spearman with two formidable weapons.
His incredible martial skills had even injured Saber, the legendary King of Arms, leaving her hand wounded. Moreover, the curse on Lancer's spear was of such a high level that it couldn't be healed.
The plan to lure out enemies had backfired, and now his Servant was debuffed with a curse. It was a frustrating situation.
Thus, Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald, a formidable opponent and one of the tough nuts to crack in this Holy Grail War, became a high-priority target for Kiritsugu.
More importantly, this highly skilled magus seemed to underestimate the methods of ordinary people.
After arriving in Fuyuki City, he had chosen a high-end hotel, booked the top two floors, and turned them into a heavily fortified magical workshop.
If approached with conventional magus methods, it would be nearly impossible to breach. But what if ordinary methods were used?
Among the supplies Kiritsugu had procured were a large number of explosives. He wanted to give the Clock Tower Lord a taste of Mother Earth's deep love—gravity!