Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

"Hmm? Is that so? But what does that matter? I've already decided you are my new disciple, and you will be a Hassan from now on! However, to give you some psychological preparation, I can consider adding a middle name. Hassan Shirou Ben Emiya Sabah. Hmm, that's a good name, my naming skills are truly excellent."

"This... isn't this just splitting my name into the Hassan name?"

King Hassan, whose deception was exposed, didn't care – in fact, he was extremely embarrassed and ignored Shirou.

"Hmph, I won't burden you too much. It's better to be straightforward. Are you really not considering joining the ranks of the Hassan?"

"No, go away!" Shirou absolutely would not join the Hassan! Never!

Lancer's luck E still had hope. As the saying goes, all Lancers' luck combined is one peck, and Zhao Yun alone takes eight dou, leaving at least two dou!

However, the Hassan...

They don't even add up to one dou.

Perhaps it's getting less and less – because it's all luck E.

King Hassan awkwardly laughed using Shirou's body, picked up his greatsword, and swung forward.

"Listen closely. The evening bell has revealed your name. Feather of the Death Knell – Sever the head, Angel of Death (Azrael)!"

Author's Notes:

Hahahaha, King Hassan is back, didn't expect that?

Chapter 18: Golden Sword of Victory!

After killing Berserker once again, Shirou, panting heavily, held an Assassin card.

Maintaining the summoned form of King Hassan was simply too difficult.

King Hassan's attacks consumed very little magic. The magic consumed by one Noble Phantasm was less than what he expended in one of his mental breakdowns.

But maintaining this form and launching attacks was truly arduous.

Summoning the Old Man of the Mountain was akin to summoning a Servant in another parallel world's Holy Grail War. Therefore, the Phantasmal Summon (install), which normally wouldn't consume much magic, instantly became much more demanding.

The fallen Berserker stood up once more, drawing his axe-sword and slashing at Shirou.

Berserker's greatest strength was his invincibility, coupled with a suffocatingly powerful base stat.

Furthermore, Berserker alone, relying purely on his martial prowess, fought Saber to a standstill. For any cardholder other than Gilgamesh to kill Berserker's twelve lives, it might take three days and three nights, and still, he might not be defeated.

But...

"Self-Sealing Blood Temple!"

Blood formed a magic circle in front of Sakura, all of it used as magical material to fill it.

Strategist's Counsel, Strategist's Command, Discernment Eye, your NP is full, go!

White light enveloped Berserker. Repeatedly like this, they had already killed him nine times, with only three lives left!

Up to this point, this tactic had been extremely successful.

Each time Berserker revived, there was a clear prelude. As long as this prelude was seized upon, unleashing a powerful attack at the moment of each revival would suffice!

"Hit him! Hit him! Wonderful, beautiful!" Shirou, with no strength left, watched with relish as Sakura beat Berserker.