Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

But Berserker closed the distance significantly with just one charge. Were they really going to die here this time?

No!

Absolutely not!

Wasn't his purpose for coming here to save Miyu and use the Holy Grail to make a wish?

How could he fall here like this, when his plan was to teleport Miyu and Sakura to another world, find more people, and save this world?

"Don't push yourself, relax," Lancer said, twirling his spear. Facing Berserker, he spoke to Shirou and Sakura behind him, "I'll hold off Berserker. You two find a place to rest and recover your magic!"

Shirou was taken aback by Lancer's words.

The Hound of Culann is truly amazing. If summoning a Heroic Spirit could allow him to be a familiar, Cú Chulainn might be a good choice.

"Waggy..." Shirou said, feeling a bit touched.

"Hey, who are you calling Waggy!" Lancer endured his temper, covering his face. "You're not being serious at a time like this. I'll settle this score with you later! You better recover well, or I'll take you down in a few shots when we face off."

"I haven't settled the bill for Waggy's food expenses yet. Inflation has been severe lately."

"Ahem, then let's just call it even, okay?" Lancer squinted.

"And the accommodation fees."

"Hush! Shirou Emiya, let's discuss this, can you waive them!"

"Fine, it's because Waggy is such a good person."

Lancer assumed a combat stance. "Fine, it doesn't matter. If you want to call me that, then call me that. Come on, Berserker, let's have a good fight!"

The Axe Sword and Spear of Thorns collided with a crisp sound, but the Spear of Thorns was knocked aside, revealing Lancer's first opening.

Berserker's Axe Sword swung down fiercely at Lancer, giving him no room for error.

But Lancer's spear inexplicably appeared on the trajectory of the axe sword's swing, just barely blocking Berserker's attack.

Seeing Lancer regain his footing and return to his original combat stance, Shirou finally felt relieved.

No wonder he's the man who was turned into a Noble Phantasm after resisting Berserker for two hours.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he would secretly carry Sakura away and find a place to rest. If he could have an hour to recover his magic, enough to project a B-rank Noble Phantasm and unleash Imaginary Numbers, then this battle could be over!

After running for nearly a kilometer, they finally reached the other end of the bridge.

He remembered this place being covered in lush green grass, but now it was covered in snow. What a pitiable and tragic world.

Setting Sakura down, Shirou was finally too exhausted to move.

"You must have worked very hard, Senpai," Sakura said with a weak smile. "If it weren't for you, I probably would have been done for long ago, right?"

"Don't say silly things," Shirou chided gently. "It's only right that I stand in front of you and block Berserker's attacks."

"That's not what I meant. It's something else," Sakura said, shaking her head with a smile.

Shirou frowned, looking displeased. "If you had abandoned me and left back then, wouldn't you have been able to escape Fuyuki? If that had happened, I wouldn't even have qualified to participate in the Holy Grail War. And Miyu would have had no chance of being saved."

"It's not about that. That was when I was at my most desperate. It was four years ago, right after Grandpa and my brother died. That was when I was most disheartened. Do you remember what happened on the sports field, Senpai?"