Emiya Shirou Doesn’t Want to Work Overtime [312]
Shirou Emiya sighed helplessly, then quietly followed Touka Toudou down into the arena. “Eh? The president’s fighting a freshman today?
Shirou Emiya sighed helplessly, then quietly followed Touka Toudou down into the arena. “Eh? The president’s fighting a freshman today?
The wind softly blew through the enclosed arena. As though responding to the fighting spirit between the two combatants, the
Smoke and dust lingered in the air of the entire arena, the result of several simultaneous explosions from Incursio. Ordinary
These were all just minor incidents. After ten grueling days of hard struggle, Shirou Emiya finally passed every single make-up
Bang—! With the wooden door mercilessly slamming shut behind him, Shirou Emiya once again found himself stranded in an utterly
“Now, now, Kurono-chan! One might lie about their name, but their Device and total mana capacity cannot deceive.” Just as
“Absolutely nothing?” The handsome woman dressed in men’s clothing stared at the data displayed on the computer, disbelief coloring her
Blazers—each wielding their own distinct weapons, each with their unique strengths, and atop that foundation, all of them possessed troublesome
The morning sunlight gently filtered through the curtains, falling softly onto Shirou Emiya’s sleeping face. A faint breeze rustled the
“How would you know if you don’t at least give it a try?” Ayako Mitsuzuri rose with a confident smile,