The Fishing Rod bent into a crescent shape. In theory, it had already reached the absolute limit of what it could pull. Yet even that seemed insufficient to reel in this giant fish.
Creaking noises came from within the Fishing Rod—a cry of distress. It was nearly at its breaking point. Though the giant fish it faced was so terrifying, it had held on for a long time.
"Brother, you can't die! Strengthen! Structural Analysis, Material Reinforcement!"
Reinforced to its limit, the Fishing Rod was on the verge of deforming completely. Just a little more—only a little more—and he could reel in this fish and claim victory in the competition...
Suddenly, Shirou felt his body fill with tremendous strength, and the Fishing Rod stopped crying out altogether.
Did Roman give me a buff? Shirou pulled hard. Roman, I got your buff!
Come out, Tiger Shark!
The sun was suddenly blotted out by the enormous shark. For a moment, the view grew dim. But that only proved he had caught a fish absurdly huge.
Since the competition was judged by the total weight of the fish caught, and he had reeled in such a massive fish, there was only one conclusion—victory!
Just as Shirou was about to enjoy the fruits of victory, he suddenly saw something above his head. That wasn't a fish... that was clearly Berserker! Why was Berserker here?!
Grabbing Rin, the few fish he had painstakingly caught, and the basket, Shirou hurriedly ran to the side. If that huge thing hit him, he would not have long to live.
Lancer beside him had noticed nothing unusual. He kept reeling in fish with tireless frenzy; the moment he lowered the Fishing Rod, fish would appear.
Shinji cheered, "Come on, Lancer!"
"Got it, boys!"
Lancer answered, then suddenly stopped and