After Gudako had been gone for quite a while, Shirou suddenly spoke to the person behind him:
"You heard everything, didn't you?"
The person behind him answered softly, "Mm, I heard it all."
"So, when are you entering the summoning pool?"
The Anti-Shirou Alliance
The second day of the Holy Grail War
Quite a few spectators had already gathered at the venue—Shirou's classmates who had come to watch, the Ryougi family who had come sightseeing, and Arcueid, munching on potato chips.
Yesterday's Holy Grail volleyball match and fishing championship had already opened their eyes, so they were looking forward to seeing what kind of miraculous competition had been prepared for today.
"Today's match will still be decided by drawing lots. Enough nonsense—let's see what this competition is." Sakura pulled a slip of paper from the box—mahjong.
Lancer immediately erupted with astonishing momentum. Dense crimson magical energy gathered around him, as if he could pierce through an enemy's heart in the next second. That sharp aura made everyone feel just how incredibly powerful he was!
That was right, this was the tile! With this tile, he could call a pung and then self-draw!
"Go, Lancer!" Shinji shouted from behind him. As long as that tile was Three of Bamboos, they could win a hand!
"Why is it One of Bamboos?!" Lancer covered his face in agony.
Caster precisely calculated the odds of Shirou winning after she called a pung on this tile. Judging by Shirou's performance just now, Three of Characters was the only tile he could win with. But two of those tiles had already been discarded, and one was in her hand. That meant that among the remaining fifty-six tiles, he had to draw the only remaining Three of Characters. Meanwhile, drawing the tile she wanted would be rather