A massive shield enveloped Shirou. Great King Hassan, grant me strength.
Then Shirou jumped into the bushes, holding up the shield as he secretly watched the group of girls who had run out to hunt him down—among them were the Magic King and Shinji, swept along in the crowd, as well as Illya's knight, Heracles.
Upon realizing Shirou had vanished, everyone hurried in his direction, lest he take advantage of the chaos to escape.
Once he saw that they were already far away, Shirou finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But honestly, without Illya supplying him with mana, such a precise projection—and one that wasn't even a shield—had nearly drained him dry.
Like Seven Rings of the Heavenly Wall, merely projecting it and releasing its True Name would leave him almost collapsing. This shield possessed even greater mystery than Seven Rings of the Heavenly Wall. Without sufficient mana, restoring it was still impossible.
"Shirou, hurry up and run before they come back." Rin poked Shirou.
Shirou rolled his eyes at her.
They had only just escaped danger, and he had not even caught his breath yet. Besides—
"Tohsaka, let me tell you something. Do you know what it means to hide in plain sight? As long as we stay here, they won't find us."
"Shirou, is this really enough? Just hiding here?"
"Yeah."
But Rin was still somewhat doubtful.
"How about we split up? Can you project another one of those shields for me to hide from them?"
"Are you providing the mana? Or are you going to replenish some mana for me?" Shirou looked at Rin resentfully.
Still, with that rather tragic figure of hers, only her legs were worth playing with for a year.
"Pervert!" Rin swung her fist at Shirou.
Shirou crouched down, covering his head. "Tohsaka,