Keep it up, boy. I believe in you

At two in the morning, Shirou rode his bicycle alone through the empty streets, dragging along his exhausted body.

There was no need to ask. He had just left the Tohsaka family residence and was planning to hurry home and get some sleep while there were still a few hours left before dawn.

Otherwise, with school during the day, staying up at night, and such a severe lack of sleep, he would eventually drop dead from overwork.

Just as the boy complained that he never should have joined the Holy Grail War in the first place, a shadow suddenly descended from above, thrusting a crimson spear straight at him.

In an instant!

His drowsiness and fatigue vanished without a trace, replaced by the sensation of every hair on his body standing on end.

But it was too fast. Shirou had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as the sharp spearhead drew closer and closer to his chest...

At the very instant it was about to pierce his heart, Red A finally appeared out of thin air, wielding twin blades as he struck the spear shaft with a clang.

In the end, the deadly blow grazed Shirou's cheek, leaving behind a glaring red line of blood.

"Ah! I missed by just a little. What a pity."

Having failed to land the blow, the attacker immediately stopped moving and slung his spear over his shoulder.

Though he said it was a pity, his face was filled with excitement and anticipation.

Without question, he was someone who radiated savagery and a fanatical lust for battle. He clearly relished fighting powerful opponents who were evenly matched with him.

"Be careful! This guy is a Servant! Judging by his weapon, he's probably Lancer," Red A warned in a low voice.

"I could