'System-san, what are you doing?'
Shirou didn't dislike the system's efficiency, but don't just leave them behind and go by yourself.
["Enemy detected!"]
The system answered lightly, already arriving on the ground.
What it saw right away was Lancelot, guarding outside the ruins.
The other party's face was grave as he drew "The Unfading Light of the Lake," and said, "So it really is you, Emiya Shirou!"
From the traces of the ruins, he had already made some guesses, but what he never expected was that the other party would appear here.
'A single human, why does he have so many Noble Phantasms?'
'This is not fair!'
Originally, Lancelot still wanted to exchange a few verbal blows with Shirou, to ask why he appeared here.
Who knew, System Shirou opened directly with a critical strike, "Knight of the Lake, Lancelot? The one who betrayed King Arthur, even your own son hates you?"
Lancelot froze right on the spot.
'Brother, that's not how you start a conversation, is it?'
Suddenly, his expression changed, raising his sword to block. The result, another strike from the other side.
"Oh, no," The tone was indifferent, cold, and factual, "It's not a son now, it should be a daughter."
"W-what?"
Lancelot was successfully thrown into shock by this piece of information, too late to block. His whole body, like a kite with its string cut, was blown far away.
BANG!
Hundred-Faced Hassan and Tawara Touta had just come out when they saw such a scene.
The strongest among the Knights of the Round Table, Lancelot, was sent flying dozens of meters by a single punch.
"Lord Shirou!"
Hundred-Faced Hassan was just about to help.
But then she heard System·Shirou coldly say, "Step aside!"
Directly hard-controlling Hundred-Faced Hassan on the spot.
'Come on, I admit, as an Assassin, I'm a little weak, sure.'
'But is it really necessary to look down on me this much?'
"Cough, cough… don't take it too much to heart, this… Miss Hassan," Touta comforted her, "Perhaps Lord Shirou is worried about you, after all, the opponent's strength is extremely strong."
Don't ask him how he knows.
If you ask, he fought the guy before.
Reason:
Xuanzang Sanzang, when she saw such a fortress standing firm in the wilderness, thought it looked fun, and insisted on provoking them.
The result was obvious, after angering them, she was hunted down.
But when she saw things weren't looking good, she slicked oil on the soles of her feet and slipped away in a flash.
Leaving Touta alone to face a whole group of knights.
Among them was Lancelot, who had just received Agravain's order and was preparing to set out to chase Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Needless to say, Touta was handily dealt with.
Though, part of it was because he wanted to sleep and didn't want to fight.
But the opponent's power was indeed great. Truly worthy of being called the strongest among the Knights of the Round Table.
What's more, this Lancelot also had the Lion King's blessing.
Whoosh!
Climbing up from the desert, Lancelot quickly took his sword, prepared in full defense.
The opponent was definitely not an enemy he could take lightly. If careless even slightly, he would suffer a heavy blow like just now.
But, what a thing to care about.
'Has he met my son?'
'Why did he say it became a daughter?'
'Damn!'
Just the slightest lapse of concentration, and the opponent was already in front of him.
Twin swords thrust without any warning.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Within one second, more than ten sword shadows flashed.
Lancelot responded meticulously, steadily deflecting the twin swords' endless assault, waiting for a chance to counterattack.
That was what he thought, but System Shirou did not think the same way.
While his movements were unaffected, he spoke, "Aren't you curious? Think I'm lying?"
"Do you want to know if it's true or false?"
"Don't think you can distract me."
Lancelot calmly and steadily dealt with the constant flashing blades of light.
[Infinite Martial Skill A+]
The complete union of mind, technique, and body, the peerless martial skill, unrivaled in the world, reigning supreme over an era.
Under such skill, even the System that had gathered the culmination of ancient and modern sword arts inevitably fell into a deadlock with Lancelot.
"As long as I capture you, I can know anything I want."
Lancelot suddenly exerted force, turning defense into offense.
Even though he didn't get along with Agravain, Lancelot still believed Agravain would be very interested in this man, Emiya Shirou.
"Is that so?"
System·Shirou's tone was cold, speaking even while defending, "Don't you want to know why your son became a daughter?"
"Don't you want to know what your daughter looks like?"
"Don't you want to know what it feels like when your daughter calls you father?"
"!!!"
"Enough!"
Lancelot's eyelids twitched wildly, sweeping his sword in a slash, the mana condensed on the blade transforming into a slash of light, pressing down toward System·Shirou.
System·Shirou's expression was cold, and facing the approaching slash, he quickly opened distance, infusing mana into his blade and counterattacking in the same way.
BOOM!
The two different-colored sword lights collided, at first deadlocked, then exploded.
In the flying sand and dust, dense red arrows poured down from the sky.
Lancelot held his sword with one hand, constantly flicking away the falling arrows, his defense flawless, exquisite beyond compare. He displayed the peerless martial skill reigning over an era to its fullest.
Even Shirou, watching while still in learning mode, was somewhat impressed.
Indeed, this was the man who could force the Sun's invincible knight Gawain to fight until sunset. Just this swordsmanship alone—Shirou admitted he was no match.
If not for the system's powerful calculation ability, it too would likely fall into disadvantage.
In contrast, Lancelot felt some doubt.
He sensed Shirou's archery had decreased a lot.
Back in the western mountains, that single shot was stunning to the extreme, enough to be called a divine technique.
If the situation had allowed it, he would've wanted to test himself against it.
But now, seeing this, Shirou's skill could only be said to be top-tier, but merely top-tier.
Compared to that time, the difference was huge.
'Could it be, he isn't serious yet?'
Lancelot was puzzled. Suddenly, his hand lightened, the impenetrable rain of arrows had stopped.
His doubts had not yet fully formed, when suddenly the sky darkened.
Looking up, Lancelot's pupils shrank sharply, exclaiming, "This is?"
Even Hundred-Faced Hassan and Tawara Touta, who were spectating, could not conceal their shock.
From their point of view, Shirou, having cancelled hosting mode, raised his hand, golden-brown eyes glowing with divine brilliance as cold and majestic as the Lion King.
Then, through the opened magic circuits, the boy slowly recited the true name of the Noble Phantasm, "Green Field Cutting Through the Thousand Mountains(Ig-Alima)!"
At this, the sky was torn apart, and a weapon of myth appeared.
Dividing the horizon.
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