"Why do I get the feeling there's some strange aura hanging over your head?" Lancer stroked his chin, no longer even teasing Shirou and Sakura. "Could this be the prelude to you falling beneath my blade?"
"You're overthinking it!" As an Archer, he was indeed countered by Lancer, but did Lancer think he was really an Archer? Actually, he was... Saber! Lancer! Caster! Rider!
Any of them would work.
But that wasn't what he should be focusing on. How had Lancer seen through him?
"I just used Rune Magic to check you out. It felt like lucky stars had nothing to do with you—your fortune is terrible." As Lancer spoke, he stealthily reached his chopsticks toward the roast duck.
Meet the unorthodox with the unorthodox, triumph with the orthodox. To eat the food, one needed wisdom and methods to achieve one's goal!
Clack!
With a crisp sound, two pairs of chopsticks crossed.
Lancer's chopsticks halted as he turned to look at Shirou.
Shirou smiled. He wanted to eat Shirou's food without even finishing what he was saying? Though this was their last supper, Shirou was still the one who had cooked it. Lancer, the weak did not get to eat his cooking without paying a price!
"Is that so?" Lancer saw through Shirou's intentions, but he had no desire to admit defeat. Giving up so easily was not in his nature!
But how could Shirou let Lancer simply take the food away? How naive!
After all, both of his souls came from the East, and he was thoroughly familiar with the use of chopsticks.
What style of chopstick technique had he not seen before? His skill was leagues beyond Lancer's!
"Um, well..." Watching the two battle it out, Sakura felt that nothing she said would be appropriate.
The two pairs of chopsticks clashed like this, strength nearly on the level of Heroic Spirits converging through them. Even the toughest chopsticks would have been easily snapped.
But why was Lancer so skilled with chopsticks?! How many times had he used them?! At this rate, he would lose if he did not use more force, but if he used more force, the chopsticks would break.
No problem!
Structural Analysis, Material Composition Analysis, Structural Replacement.
Reinforcement!
"What is this?" Lancer felt strength completely unlike before.
They had been extremely careful in their clash earlier, exercising the greatest possible restraint. Otherwise, under strength at the level of Heroic Spirits, the two pairs of chopsticks would have long become the praying mantis trying to stop a cart.
But now, Shirou was no longer holding back? As long as either pair of chopsticks broke, its owner would definitely lose!
Lancer did not think Shirou would give up, nor did he think Shirou was foolish enough to do this recklessly. That left only one possibility: Reinforcement.
If this continued, he was guaranteed to lose!
But how could Lancer be willing to fail just like that? Rune Magic, get on me!
"You two, are you eating or not?!"
Five minutes later...
"I'm sorry!" Shirou prostrated himself before Sakura, begging for her forgiveness. "I was so foolish to do something like that."
"Me too. Archer made such a lavish dinner for me, yet I fought him like that." Lancer sat kneeling with his head lowered, but he chuckled inwardly. Kid, didn't I win in the end? You bowed much lower than I did.
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