Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

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Could it really contain some kind of "special attack"?

In that case, if he were to fight against someone, wouldn't he have to consider their compatibility?

If punches are effective, then it proves that the other party has a problem.

But putting aside Academy City for now, just looking at the war here, how many people would actually be able to take a beating from him?

This seems to be something that can only be explored and tested gradually.

A strange thug, a stylish redhead.

Uncle with thick eyebrows

There are three more Servants he hasn't seen yet.

Hopefully, it's not some troublesome guy.

"Thank you for agreeing to our sparring session; I have benefited greatly from it."

"No, I didn't do anything."

Seeing Kyogoku Makoto looking satisfied after changing his clothes, Touma waved his hand.

"Playing against you guys has made me realize my own shortcomings even more."

“I will train harder in the future to try to reach your level.”

Recalling the image of that punch that stirred the air and created a shockwave, Makoto Kyogoku's eyes lit up as he spoke earnestly.

"Uh"

After being told that by Makoto Kyogoku, Touma didn't know how to respond.

Judging from the other person's behavior, if you ask him...

If it were Kyogoku Makoto, he might actually be able to reach that level.

This person was actually much more capable than any of the special forces soldiers he had ever met, and was in no way inferior to some of the ability users.

Don't be fooled by how easily he dodged; it's only because he has special bonuses as a Servant.

In the past, he would probably have been captured immediately.

The more Touma interacted with them, the more he felt that people with strong physical abilities were really able to control him.

Of course, he had considered similar things before.

This can be considered an inspiration from Makoto Kyogoku.

As long as he is physically strong enough, he has nothing to worry about.

With his current physical condition as a Servant, he felt that training wouldn't be a problem.

…………

“Is this the store?”

After hesitating for a while, Da Qiao looked at the pharmacy she had inquired about with a puzzled expression.

He shouldn't have come out casually to cover for Kenjiro, but because he obtained the important information the other party wanted and there were no suspicious people around the hotel, he deliberately chose a time to come out.

"But can we really take it with us?"

Knowing that Kenjiro had become involved in the war because of the woman he loved, Daijo admired his will.

In Kenshiro's time, it was simply impossible to cure that so-called incurable disease.

But with the scientific capabilities of this era, that may not be a problem.

After all, the people on both sides live at different levels of life.

This place is definitely much more developed. What Kenjiro calls an "incurable disease" might be cured here with a special medicine.

(Well, I'll buy some to take home first.)

Unsure if she could bring the items here back to her own time, Da Qiao decided to buy the necessary medicines for Kenjiro, just to give it a try.

If it only takes a little money to help Kenshiro, Ōgō would be quite happy to do so.

"Luckily, I still had my wallet on me when I came here."

He was dressed in a formal suit, and while his luggage was on the ship, he kept his wallet in his pocket.

If I hadn't brought my wallet, I probably wouldn't have been able to afford a hotel, let alone buy medicine.

"joyous"

When his tall figure walked into the pharmacy, the clerk was so startled that he trembled and didn't even finish his sentence.

With a physique like a bear, one punch would probably kill him.

"Um... I need some medicine for treatment."

The symptoms are...

But what reassured the shop assistants was the unexpected calmness of this rugged-looking man.

"Okay, I understand. Please wait a moment."

Having understood the medicine the man needed, the clerk turned around and went to fetch it.

Not long after he entered the store, people outside were already peering in and observing.

(Why is this man here?)

Vermouth frowned, looking at the massive figure standing in the store with unease.

She had witnessed him with a man who had seven scars on his chest; they appeared to be companions.

If possible, she doesn't want to get involved with these people.

Vermouth didn't believe that such an incomprehensible fight was something a normal person could do.

Although I've heard of martial artists who can shatter rocks with their fists or do other incredible things, it's not as exaggerated as some people think.

After all, judging from the Black Organization's style, even the most skilled martial artists are just guys who can be dealt with with a gun.

Jonathan Joestar

They also investigated the other party's background and knew the name they registered with at the hotel.

She sat naturally in the chair, posing as an ordinary delivery person.

Gin and vodka are still receiving treatment at the courier company behind her.

Thanks to these two injured guys, she, Chianti, and Cohen are also temporarily unable to move.

"Hmm, isn't it over there either?"

Footsteps and familiar murmurs came from the road beside her, and Vermouth was startled, glancing at them out of the corner of her eye.

Sure enough, she saw her "own son".

(Even with the Black Organization's power, there shouldn't be many places to hide.)

Looking around, trying to spot any suspicious companies or houses, Conan acted alone.

He certainly didn't let such a great opportunity slip by.

Shuichi Akai and his crew are coming to their aid soon, so he'd better find where they're hiding.

(Your senses are as sharp as ever.)

Pretending to be resting nonchalantly, Vermouth commented as she watched Conan pass by.

The other person always manages to bring her unexpected surprises.

If it were Chianti or Vodka standing guard here, they would probably have been noticed.

"boom"

Then Vermouth saw Conan, who was turning around everywhere, bump into Jonathan Joestar, who had just stepped out of the store.

"Are you alright, little one?"

Holding a bag in her left hand, Da Qiao squatted down and reached out to the child who had been knocked down.

"Oh, it's alright, thank you, Uncle. It's all my fault for not looking ahead."

(Wow, it's huge!)

Conan reached out and was pulled to his feet. Only then did he notice the imposing stature of the person in front of him.

He seemed to barely reach the other person's knees.

"Um?!"

Conan subconsciously glanced at the medicine the other person was carrying and their right hand, observing them closely.

Because I was wearing a glove on my right hand, it was impossible to see whether there was a mark or not.

But this sturdy physique and gentle temperament are quite contradictory.

"Is Uncle here for a trip?"

"Uh, pretty much."

"But why buy so much medicine when you're traveling? It would be better to go to the hospital if you're sick."