Regarding the participants in this Holy Grail War, who left the worst impression on Shinji? First is Celenike, and second is the fat guy, Gordes.
Celenike is hopelessly beyond redemption. Even if she has a pretty face and a nice figure, it's all for naught. Her twisted nature rivals that of Ryuunosuke Uryuu.
Gordes, on the other hand, isn't completely wasted yet and might still be salvageable. However, he's currently in a state of self-inflation. If he doesn't get a few harsh setbacks, he'll eventually beco as irredeemably twisted as Celenike.
By that ti, Shinji might feel the urge to get rid of him—well, to be honest, he's already feeling a bit like hitting him now.
You have to understand, Shinji's personality is considered quite good among transmigrators. He isn't arrogant, doesn't mind working for others, and can even tolerate so posturing—as long as you have as much clout as Lorelei or Kayneth.
But what does Gordes have? He has so skills, but not enough to justify his extre arrogance. Even Kayneth wasn't this overbearing!
You don't realize it until you compare: there's always soone dumber than the last.
Of course, Gordes was unaware of Shinji's inner ridicule. His anger had already shifted from Karna to Shinji—who do you think you are, to speak to like that?
"Fat-Fatty!!! Just a re Servant, how dare you be so disrespectful to a Master."
"My Master is Fiore, not you, you dead fatso," Shinji casually sat beside Jeanne, still not sparing Gordes a glance.
The upgraded insult made Gord's anger burn even hotter.
"Fine, rember this: when we get back, I'll have Fiore deal with you properly."
"Suit yourself. But before that, I have a reminder for you—I'm an Assassin. Is it wise to threaten an Assassin like this? If you provoke , be careful of my tenfold retaliation—rest assured, I won't leave any evidence, and not even Darnic or Berserker will be able to do anything about it."
At this, Shinji finally lifted his head, and the coldness in his deep blue eyes made Gordes shiver, making him realize the imnse power of a Servant far beyond modern magi.
Gordes, though arrogant, wasn't entirely brainless. When his anger was doused by the threat to his life, his intelligence kicked back in.
"What's the point of being ruthless? If you have the guts, go deal with the Red Servants, like Red Lancer."
This statent made Shinji look at Gordes with newfound respect.
"Huh? You can say sothing sensible, Fatty. But I would have done that anyway. However, I won't take action this ti because it's aningless."
"How can it be aningless? This is a great chance to kill the Red Lancer."
"No, it's not," Shinji shook his head. "You've been here for a while, just wanting to test Red Lancer's strength, but you didn't approach."
"You noticed ?" Gordes was surprised. He had indeed been nearby since Jeanne and Karna t, but following Saber's suggestion, he stayed out of the Servant's perception range. There was no reason he should have been detected.
"It wasn't , it was Ruler. She had no change in expression when you appeared, indicating she noticed sothing."
This was only half the reason; the other half was the mysterious way the story was written. If Shinji wasn't present, it would have been Gordes bringing Black Saber to rescue Jeanne. Unfortunately for Gordes, his approach was wrong, and Jeanne didn't appreciate it at all.
"Because you were far away, and I used an anti-army Noble Phantasm, you missed many details. Red Lancer isn't soone we can kill even if Saber and I team up. A forced kill will only lead to mutual destruction."
As Shinji said this, he glanced at Karna.
The latter was just focused on confronting Black Saber. Whether it was Gordes wanting to kill him or Shinji acknowledging his strength, there was no reaction. Black Saber was the sa as if completely ignoring the conversation between Shinji and Gordes.
"Impossible, Saber is—!" Gordes didn't finish the last part of his sentence; it was sothing unntionable.
"Don't believe ? Try it then. With here, you don't have to worry about Saber getting hurt."
Shinji chuckled, his confident deanor leaving Gordes feeling indignant.
"Let's give it a try then. Saber, engage!"
At his Master's command, the always silent Black Saber nodded slightly, stepping forward with the firm stride befitting a hero.
"——Is that so. Then, Black Saber, it seems I can fight you one-on-one."
At that mont, Red Lancer saw the swordsman's smile. It was just a fleeting, barely noticeable smile, but Siegfried, the Heroic Spirit, indeed softened the corners of his mouth.
Lancer's eyes were inadvertently filled with nostalgic thoughts. What did this Black Saber, so different in era and holand, remind him of?
"I once t a man with eyes like yours."
Lancer couldn't help but utter an irrelevant remark.
Black Saber tilted his head slightly, seemingly urging him to continue.
"That man was a true hero... If you look at with those eyes, it ans our battle was not a chance encounter but an inevitable one."
Lancer's fighting spirit blazed like a pale fla. The usually silent Black Saber allowed his sword energy to surge, the air around them distorting from their combined aura.
When Black Saber arrived, he knew tonight's mission was impossible to succeed. He could have left imdiately, but upon seeing those eyes so similar to his arch-enemy's, he chose to stay.
Ah, so it's you. You too are yearning to fight .
Red Lancer was certain and delighted. From now on, I will let nothing stand in our way. Let us battle to the ends of the earth, let us fight to the world's end.
We Heroic Spirits are seekers and madn who fight until the end of our lives. Even now, having gained a second life and manifested in this world, that faith remains unchanged!
There were no loud shouts or tearing sounds, yet their fighting spirits blazed like scorching flas, gradually engulfing everything around them.
And then—
The lance tore through the atmosphere, roaring thunderously.
The sword cleaved through the air, screaming sharply.
Their clash was like the scattering of withering life, sparks flying as two vast forces t equally.
Red Lancer's tactics were unchanged from before. Under the divine-level spear techniques, the golden spear manifested like a curtain. Its speed and ferocity were beyond Gordes' comprehension and made Shinji once again confirm Karna's strength—what he showed earlier was just a small demonstration; this was the full extent of his divine arts.
However, the divine skill that Shinji thought would allow him to last at most ten rounds was withstood by Black Saber, who endured hundreds of spear strikes.
That was Siegfried, the knight who traversed the Netherlands, the "Dragon Slayer." His swordsmanship had reached a superhuman level. He used the tiniest ti gaps to gradually close the distance.
Yet, Siegfried couldn't simply rely on his excellence to naturally defend against the spear's strikes. Just this alone made it impossible to completely withstand the consecutive divine spear strikes.
Despite this, Black Saber steadily shortened the distance. It was an extrely reckless behavior that even Ruler, who should know his legend, wanted to stop.
Only through sacrifice can success be achieved—saying it is simple, but the practice is accompanied by great difficulty, where most people sink deeply into the quagmire of death.
Black Saber took another step forward. He used the smallest possible movents to maneuver his great sword, gently deflecting the spear's consecutive strikes. However, this was still not enough to keep up with the spear's speed. Several thrusts should have hit vital points, cutting arteries and piercing between the eyebrows—but such was not the case.
"...!?"
Witnessing the extraordinary scene, the red lancer imdiately retreated. He put so distance between himself and the black saber, casting a glance that seed to freeze him in place.
"Such shallow wounds."
It wasn't just one strike; in fact, seventy-eight thrusts had hit the black saber. Each strike had landed precisely on a vital spot—yet the saber stood unfazed, poised in his stance.
He wasn't uninjured. But the wounds were absurdly shallow. Normally, it wouldn't be surprising if his arm was shattered or his eyes gouged out. At least, the red lancer had thrust his spear with such power.
However, the fact that Gordes' healing magic imdiately closed the saber's wounds indicated that the saber's injuries were shallow enough to regenerate instantly.
How could this be? If all those consecutive strikes had been blocked, it would be hard to believe but theoretically possible. But, to have taken direct hits and yet sustain such minimal damage was impossible!
This was both an impossible event and a phenonon that had indeed occurred. So, there must be a reason. Either he was blessed by the gods like the rider from his camp, or he had undergone rigorous training, or—
"—Ah, I see. I finally understand."
A long-forgotten feeling of exhilaration surged in the lancer's chest. This black saber was indeed similar to "him."
The black saber was equally astonished. His exceptional ability, "Armor of Fafnir," which recreated the legend of the hero Siegfried who bathed in dragon's blood, nullified attacks below B rank. Even attacks surpassing B rank would first be reduced by B rank before affecting his body, which explained why the otherwise fatal wounds were so minor.
In other words, normally—without fully activating his Noble Phantasm, rely using his spear as a regular weapon—there was no way to harm the saber.
Yet, all seventy-eight strikes from the lancer had injured him. Although they were minor wounds, easily healed by Godes' healing magecraft, this fact was enough to make the heroic spirit Siegfried shiver.
This ant that the red lancer's spear contained physical attack power equivalent to an A rank. Needless to say, the spear itself must be a rare treasure. But it was the combination of incredible strength and exceptional technique that produced such destructive power.
Magnificent!
The black saber's joy was evident. In his lifeti, he had never fought such a hero. Since defeating the dragon that destroyed thousands of villages, he has created countless legends with his immortal body.
Yet, the feeling of crossing the line between life and death had long since vanished.
Any attack was ineffective against him, and Siegfried rely slaughtered his enemies with ease—this wasn't combat; it felt more like a chore.
But this battle was different.
Look at that spear, piercing through my dragon armor.
Look at that skill, already reaching the divine. How many legends has he forged, and how many hardships has he overco?
Just thinking about it filled the black saber with admiration. The lancer before him seed to share the sa sentint.
They remained silent, nodded to each other, and once again, plunged into battle.
The thrusting spear once again aid at the black saber. The spearhead contained fighting spirit, battle intent, and a steel-like will.
Saber raised his great sword again, and the lancer gripped his spear with both hands.
Though it was night, it felt as refreshing and exhilarating as basking in sunlight.
The two rare heroic spirits clashed once more, spear against sword.
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