Emiya Shirou Doesn’t Want to Work Overtime [40]
“Accept it—my blood!” Unable to move, Shirou could only helplessly watch as the man instantly appeared before him, plunging his
“Accept it—my blood!” Unable to move, Shirou could only helplessly watch as the man instantly appeared before him, plunging his
BOOM—! Amidst thunderous roars, eerie black lightning coiled around Kaigaku’s body, and his formerly dark golden Nichirin Blade was now
The battle raged on within the irregular space. Yet something had gradually changed. Kaigaku had initially dominated Emiya utterly, but
Ever since merging Breathing Techniques with his Magic Circuits, Shirou discovered he no longer had to consciously activate his circuits
Amid constant battles, growth became clearly visible. In just seven days, Shirou had slain a total of forty-two demons. Although
Several days had passed since the Final Selection, and Shirou finally received his Nichirin blade. However, to both Shirou’s and
“Lower Moon… Four?” Shirou didn’t fully understand the meaning of those characters. At least in this world, no one had
The shapeless, pitch-black serpentine mass lashed its body and, with a stifled, guttural roar, shot from behind Asakusa Kaori like
Shirou’s use of Breathing Techniques wasn’t yet as polished as Tanjirou’s—he couldn’t hold his breath and maintain perfect form at
“Are you really leaving?” The restaurant owner watched Emiya Shirou, who had already packed his luggage, with a reluctant expression.