Volume Four 189: Let's Go Together, I'm in a Hurry
"Shirou, why..."
Ye Sizhen widened her eyes in disbelief.
Just over ten meters away, high above them, the red-haired boy stood there.
He maintained the posture of zanshin, holding a bow Ye Sizhen had never seen before, one that belonged to none of the civilizations of the past.
The pitch-black bow was covered in scale-like patterns. It was probably made of carbon or some other material, a futuristic piece of weaponry—
That was Shirou's...
Ye Sizhen had heard of Rain Amamiya Shirou's Projection Magic, which even Divine Era Magic could not replicate.
Rather than calling it a miracle bordering on magecraft, it would be more accurate to call it a technique.
Up to this point, Ye Sizhen could still understand.
But what happened next?
Ye Sizhen saw Shirou aim at the hole in the Thought Plate that she had risked her life to open and fire an arrow.
Normally, no matter how great a mystery that arrow contained, it should have turned to ash the instant it touched the Pseudo-Root—Thought Plate.
A powerful mystery overwhelmed a weaker mystery. That was common knowledge among magi.
Yet, strangely enough, the instant Shirou's arrow touched the Thought Plate, violent spatiotemporal turbulence formed around it.
After a flash, the world returned to calm.
—Everything had vanished.
The arrow Shirou had fired and the Root's aperture Ye Sizhen had forcibly opened had both disappeared.
For Shirou to pierce the grand ritual integrated with the planet—the Root of Thought Magic—with an arrow created through Projection was, of course, impossible.
To accomplish something like that was equivalent to piercing the blue planet itself with a single arrow.
Ye Sizhen had not sensed that kind of power from the arrow, either.
So... what had happened?
Wait. Ye Sizhen