The Phantasmal Summon was complete; the connection time had just been a little long.
Perhaps the network signal had been too poor, and he had encountered the Cat God.
But that could not stop him from becoming Shirou's Grand Hero. He would fight six on one, save his sister, save Sakura, and bring happiness to everyone.
"You won't be able to kill anyone—not Sakura, and not me!"
Author's note:
The Grand Hero is online!!!!!!!!!!
"What is this? It's obviously a worthless card. What is this supposed to mean?!" Shinji Matou muttered after using Phantasmal Summon to obtain the body of the Heroic Spirit Hassan of the Cursed Arm, his skeletal mouth opening and closing.
Shirou had now obtained the card of an obscure Heroic Spirit. That Heroic Spirit was none other than himself.
Heroic Spirit Emiya, one possible future of his.
Although Emiya was not especially powerful among these cards, if he summoned himself, their compatibility would surely surpass that of the other participants by countless levels!
He could wield it with perfect ease. That was the subtle art of using it according to one's own heart.
With a slight burst of speed, Shirou suddenly arrived before Shinji. Before Shinji could react, he swung his blades.
Guan Yu and Mo Ye did not disappoint him, easily severing part of Shinji's right arm.
But Shinji revealed a strange smile.
"Too naive. Even if my wrist is severed, it can still move!"
Without hesitation, Shinji sent that wrist flying toward the defenseless Sakura Matou.
Shirou silently cursed himself.
He had indeed been careless. When Shirou had successfully used Phantasmal Summon to summon himself in the past, he had fought Shinji Matou only after Sakura had died, so he had never needed to worry about Sakura's safety.
That battle had undoubtedly come with no burdens. As long as he possessed strength greater than his enemy's, he could crush them head-on.
What a miscalculation!
But so what?
"Trace..." Shirou uttered the incantation, and several small knives appeared around him.
"On!"
The knives immediately flew toward the cursed wrist speeding toward Sakura, pinning it to the wall.
"You think this can hold my wrist in place? Hahahaha..."
Shirou said nothing. He leaped back to Sakura's side, only relaxing once he confirmed that Sakura was not in danger.
"Senpai... it's all my fault. I held you back." Sakura Matou bit her lip. Was she really nothing but a burden?
The blade in Shirou's right hand dissolved into deep blue magical energy, and a warm sensation spread from her right hand.
"Don't blame yourself." Shirou smiled. He meant it sincerely—at least, it was what he had learned from his previous memories. "Without you, I would have no place where I could exist simply as Shirou Emiya."
Sakura raised her head and looked at Shirou in surprise. For some reason, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.
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