Could it be that Luck E differed from one person to another? His Luck E meant he couldn't catch any fish, while Lancer's Luck E meant he could catch fish but ultimately couldn't keep a single one.
If represented with a mathematical function graph, Shirou would be an almost horizontal straight line, while Lancer's straight line would have a trigonometric function inserted into it. Although the final result was the same, it was the disparity that hurt the most.
Thinking that, Shirou finally found a reason to comfort himself. He just couldn't catch fish because he no longer had the Holy Grail's favor. There was no need to worry too much.
"Saber! What's wrong with you?" Luviagelita's shout snapped Shirou back to his senses. Was Luviagelita calling him?
Turning his head, Shirou discovered that Artoria had become so desperate with hunger that she had eaten the raw fish. Come to think of it, they had gone fishing immediately after the beach volleyball match. They had not eaten since eleven o'clock, and for a foodie, that was simply—too tragic (delightful).
Seeing that he would not come in last in this fishing competition, Shirou finally relaxed. At worst, he would earn fewer points and settle things properly afterward!
Just then, the Fishing Rod in Shirou's hand moved, shaking violently.
Could it be a big fish?
Actually, I, Berserker, am Chapter 22!
"Wryyyyyy—"
Berserker stretched his muscles and swung the Fishing Rod as though it were the blade he had once wielded.
"How could you possibly catch fish like that?" Illya looked at Berserker sorrowfully, while Berserker looked at his young mistress with a baffled expression.
Wasn't that how fishing was done? Doggie had clearly done it this way too, and then a fish had come out.
Berserker pulled up the Fishing Rod,