Sakura's Women's Bicycle

Author's note:

There were so few recommendation votes... and favorites increased so slowly today too...

Was it because the previous chapter's title wasn't catchy enough?

Also, I received the blades everyone sent me... Well... I'll still lazily update twice a day, so don't worry.

Chapter 22: Sakura's Women's Bicycle

With a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right, he needed to make the dishes a little more lavish for the dog's final supper. Otherwise, the dog wouldn't be able to rest in peace with a smile.

(Lancer: Why do I have to rest in peace with a smile?!)

"Isn't this a little too much food?" Sakura looked at the ingredients in Shirou's hands, then at the duck, assorted vegetables, and tofu in his bag.

"It's fine. It's Wang's final supper, so of course he has to eat well before we see him off." Shirou gave a thumbs-up, flashing his white teeth.

"Then what kind of dish are you making this time, Senpai? I'm really looking forward to it." Sakura smiled with narrowed eyes, and a certain important part of her trembled slightly.

That made Shirou turn his head away, though his eyes still glanced sideways.

Sakura had developed so quickly—and so well. Even he, as her senpai, was finding it hard to resist the temptation.

No, I have to endure!

Resisting temptation starts with me!

At the very least, I had to wait until I rescued my little sister Miyu from Julian's clutches before thinking about such things.

"Senpai?" Seeing that he hadn't answered, Sakura looked at Shirou in confusion. Her violet eyes were as pure and beautiful as crystals.

What filled those eyes was not hollow falsehood, but sincerity. Seeing Sakura like this, Shirou felt somewhat relieved.

My charm really is incredible. Is this the legendary curse of attracting women?

"This time, I'm making something different. Chinese cuisine, maybe? It's a skill I picked up recently. I guarantee it'll taste good—I tried it myself."

Shirou wasn't joking. With Maneuvers EX maxed out, he ordinarily shouldn't have known how to cook Chinese food, but the fusion with another soul had passed those skills on to him as well.

For example, Peking duck. He was going to make it today.

Having bought the groceries, it was time to head back. But Shirou suddenly remembered the matter of Caster.

Caster was the enemy he would deal with after Lancer, and also the easiest enemy to handle—at least for an Archer like him.

That would leave only Saber. With the advantage in numbers, could he and Sakura really lose to a lone Saber?

If it came down to it, they could call out King Hassan. Completely reliable!

He felt like an old general on an opera stage, covered from head to toe in flags.

And every last one of them was a red flag.

That was the most dangerous level.

Red horns meant three times the speed. Not only were the flags red, they were triangular too. Shirou felt that if he looked in a mirror, his forehead would be dark, and he wouldn't live past today.

Pah, how could I say something so unlucky?