The sun blazed overhead, and the Holy Grail Fishing Tournament was nearing its end. Even with Rin's devilish muscles, and even after receiving a charm from the doctor, it was all useless.
Indeed, she was fishing far faster than Medea's Master, Kuzuki. But she felt like her hands were about to break, and she still could not catch more fish than him—at least not in total. Although Kuzuki's fish count was increasing slowly, his existing haul was simply too enormous.
Not to mention the other teams, such as Lord El-Melloi II's team and Luviagelita's team. Lancer's team had been forcibly eliminated by Berserker, and Golden Flash's Archer had somehow been dragged into it as well.
That was at least some good news amid the bad.
Berserker's team had bags full of fish beside Illya. The bags had swollen to nearly Berserker's height, and their weight was easy to imagine. Fortunately, Berserker had also been eliminated and could not keep adding to the haul. Otherwise, Rin would have had no hope of winning.
By that count, the top three spots were practically decided. This competition only awarded points to the top three: seven points for first place, five for second, and three for third.
If Shirou had not suddenly run off to accompany Illya, perhaps they could have made the top three. With a little luck, they might even have fought for first place.
"Hohohoho! Tohsaka Rin, even if you dressed up as a man, even if you have devilish muscles, even if you catch a fish every time you toss in your Fishing Rod, without a Servant, you still cannot beat me." Seeing that she was securely in the top three and would at least earn some points, Luviagelita could not help feeling pleased with herself.
Rin stayed silent. Her