Type-Moon, but the Servant is Tom

After several seconds, Jerry finally recovered from the forehead flick delivered by Bai Song, although his head still felt a bit dizzy. Climbing up from Bai Song's shoulder, Jerry saw Tom relentlessly mocking him. Jerry's mood instantly turned sour, very sour.

As we all know, when you mock others while being oblivious to your own embarrassing situation, the resulting shame surpasses the level of embarrassment experienced by the one being mocked... for a mouse, that is. The feeling of shame intensifies exponentially.

Realizing this, Jerry felt even more humiliated, to the point where it seemed like he had become a clownish mouse. Tom, upon noticing Jerry's expression, immediately recognized that Jerry was getting upset. And as long as Jerry was upset, Tom found it amusing, laughing even more loudly, "Oh ho ho hahaha!!!"

Jerry instantly grew furious. He raised his hands from his abdomen, and the flabby flesh that used to jiggle with every step suddenly transformed into two massive chest muscles. Jerry had now become a muscle-bound mouse.

With the transformation complete, Jerry swung his arms in a fierce motion, walking towards Tom with an imposing aura. His hands swung forcefully to the left and right, coupled with a face full of anger, creating an overwhelming presence—though one must ignore the fact that he was still just a little mouse.

Meanwhile, Tom, seeing Jerry approaching with his hands swinging, continued to laugh even louder, seemingly unaware of the impending trouble.

As Jerry reached the edge of Bai Song's shoulder, he extended his small hand and grabbed hold of all the whiskers on the right side of Tom's face. At that moment, Tom suddenly realized the severity of the situation. However, it seemed too late. Jerry pulled with all his might.

"Twang~ ! Twang~ ! Twang~~~ !"

With the sound resembling a guitar string snapping, three of Tom's whiskers were abruptly torn off.

"Ouch~~~ !!!... Gahhh?!!!" Feeling the pain on the right side of his face, Tom immediately cried out in agony.

However, before Tom could scream for too long, Bai Song, startled by the scene and on the verge of PTSD, swiftly covered Tom's mouth with both hands, preventing him from making any more noise.

So much so that Tom's shout found another way out from elsewhere, causing his eardrums, which looked exactly like big drums, to bulge out. His eardrums were literally big drums, as if they had temporarily transformed to correspond to the situation. After the reverberation of Tom's shout subsided, his eardrums, resembling drums, retracted back into his ears as if nothing had happened.

After covering Tom's mouth, Bai Song quickly looked around, making sure no one was nearby, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Patting Tom's head and comforting him, Bai Song said to the cat and the mouse, "You two, behave normally, I'm afraid."

Bai Song was genuinely afraid of making noise. Previously, the explosion sound from the cat and mouse battle had attracted the attention of the police. If they were to produce a shout resembling an air raid siren in a residential area, Bai Song would truly be afraid.

This morning, Bai Song had already experienced the terror of being chased by the police. Bai Song was really fed up with being a master in a prison-like situation.

Seeing Jerry transform back into his embarrassing form, Jerry happily laid back on Bai Song's shoulder, using both hands as a pillow and propping his legs up, looking up at the clouds in the sky with a blissful expression. His mood was indescribably pleasant.

But before Jerry could enjoy his contentment for long, he noticed a black object flying in the sky. Jerry immediately sat up, vigorously rubbed his eyes with both hands, and looked up at the sky again. The unidentified flying object was still there. After confirming that it wasn't a problem with his own eyes, Jerry immediately panicked. He quickly stood up, forcefully tugged on Bai Song's ear.

Just as Tom was being reassured to ensure that the cat and mouse wouldn't turn the street into a battlefield with their back-and-forth provocations, Bai Song felt a tug on his ear.

"Ouch... it hurts! What are you doing?"

Jerry didn't say anything but pointed directly at the black object in the sky, his face showing great urgency.

Although Bai Song felt that Jerry's behavior was somewhat strange at the moment, it was precisely because of Jerry's anxiety that Bai Song looked up following the direction pointed by Jerry's hand. After seeing what was in the sky, Bai Song's expression immediately changed.

"That is... a drone?!"

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Behind Ryuudou Temple, amidst a grove of trees.

"A round table, unfold." Mashu placed the cross-shaped shield on the ground and opened her hands, chanting.

As Mashu spoke, a blue magic circle appeared above the shield on the ground, accompanied by a faint blue light that enveloped the entire magic circle.

Fortunately, it was morning; if this ritual were performed at night, it would have been too eye-catching, perhaps even making it onto television the next day.

After making some preparations, Mashu resolved the issue with the summoning circle.

Then she immediately turned to Gudako, who was standing beside her, and started reporting. However, after a few sentences, Mashu noticed that something was off with Gudako and curiously asked, "Are you ready, Master? We can start summoning the Servant... Master?"

At that moment, Gudako devoutly inserted the summoning talisman into the ground and performed the solemn ritual of three kneels and nine kowtows, displaying an unusual solemnity.

Not only did her body move, but she also kept muttering, "I must obtain it! I must obtain it! I must obtain it!"

Watching Gudako's actions, Mashu couldn't help but twitch her eyelid and asked, "Master, what are you doing?"

"Hush~ We've reached the most crucial moment." Unexpectedly, Gudako showed no intention of answering, placing her index finger to her lips and making a 'shh' sound. She then continued her peculiar actions, which only she herself understood the meaning of.

After completing the three kneels and nine kowtows, Gudako finally stood up. However... it wasn't over yet; she continued her output.

Standing up, Gudako immediately began to circle around the talisman inserted in the ground, starting clockwise. As she circled, she also performed an extremely eccentric dance, as if she were performing a supernatural ritual.

"...Master, are you okay?" Mashu looked at everything happening before her, and a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead. She found it truly difficult to understand Gudako's mental state at this moment.

"Yo-ho, the pre-summoning ritual is complete!" After circling around the summoning circle a few times, Gudako finally stopped her spirited dance and then extended her hands, mimicking a gesture of holding something. "Mashu, water."

"Oh, yes, Master. Here you go." Upon hearing Gudako's words, Mashu immediately took out the water that Gudako had specially bought on the way and poured it into Gudako's hands.

"Splash~" Without any warning, Gudako directly splashed the water onto her own face and began rubbing it in.

Seeing Gudako seemingly starting a new activity, Mashu's face was instantly filled with several dark lines. She was becoming more and more perplexed by Gudako's intentions. "Master, what are you... doing again?"

"Mashu-chan, you don't understand. This is using mysticism to cleanse the impurities. Only by completely getting rid of impurities can I summon an SSR!"