"Did you learn that demonic sword technique?"
Looking at Saber, who had somehow stopped her pointless argument with Archer and come up behind him, Shinji was a little surprised that she had spoken to him, but he still answered politely.
"No, I've merely grasped a tiny bit of the trick to it. With a long period of time and training, perhaps there might be the slightest possibility of recreating that unbelievable Sword Skill."
"I see."
Saber nodded lightly without saying anything more, then turned her gaze toward Sasaki Kojiro, who had already dressed and returned to the higher ground, sitting casually on the steps.
At the same time, Kojirou noticed her gaze. With a faint curl of his lips, he stood up.
"What? Shall we continue, Saber? Certainly. Today has already satisfied me from the bottom of my heart, but I certainly wouldn't mind being even more satisfied."
Saber did not answer. Instead, she turned back and glanced at Archer, who had his arms folded and his face turned away, clearly having no intention of getting involved in this sort of thing.
"Hey, kid. We're leaving."
Archer spoke to Shinji and turned around first.
Shinji did not refuse the goodwill. He lifted his foot and headed down the stairs, glancing back at Sasaki Kojiro on the steps and Saber, whose clenched fists and troubled expression made her inner conflict obvious.
It was not until Shinji had reached the middle of the long staircase that Saber finally made up her mind. She released her tightly clenched fists and turned around!
Of course, before leaving, she promised Sasaki Kojiro that she would definitely return someday and settle things with him.
Sasaki Kojiro agreed, then looked toward Shinji in the middle of the stairs. "Young warrior, if possible..."
"Someone will bring the sake