Emiya Shirou Doesn’t Want to Work Overtime [639]
Clang—! The sharp ringing of steel echoed crisply as knightly swords clashed, colliding with lightning speed. Amid scattering sparks, Shirou
Clang—! The sharp ringing of steel echoed crisply as knightly swords clashed, colliding with lightning speed. Amid scattering sparks, Shirou
For some reason, Shirou Emiya felt a vague dislike toward Cu Chulainn. It wasn’t the visceral revulsion he harbored for
The shattered sky. The shattered earth. The shattered space. And that shattered man. Golden brilliance pierced the heavens, shaking space
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Ceaselessly, the ringing of steel striking steel echoed. On endless dunes, golden sand whipped
Haa—! Shirou Emiya sucked in a sharp breath, jolting upright from the infirmary bed. Agony beyond human limits surged from
“Leonard’s final match is starting—!” Inside the multimedia room, Jinako called urgently to Shinji Matou, who remained fixated on hacking
Rin’s thoughts raced, her gaze involuntarily drawn toward Shirou Emiya, who desperately resisted Gawain’s overwhelming assault. Blood sprayed continuously from
The light faded. Darkness once more descended upon the battlefield. A faint hiss of turbulent winds whispered past Leonard’s ears.
Screech—! Screech—! The sound of dragging echoed endlessly through the silent expanse. A long, deep furrow stretched out behind her.
“What exactly is going on in the Arena? That Tohsaka woman still hasn’t replied!” Standing anxiously at the entrance to