Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

"Words were pointless. If I believed that nonsense, I probably wouldn't be able to leave, would I?" Atalanta saw through Shirou's intentions.

"Fine, fine." Shirou projected a bow. "Looks like you're not interested in your Master. I know a little about archery too—want to compete?"

"Hm?"

"Pseudo-Spiral Sword."

Nuclear Arrow Immortal Heracles

"Pseudo-Spiral Sword."

As he spoke, a twisted, spiraling sword that resembled a knight's lance appeared in Shirou's hand.

"Hm?"

Archer's eyes widened as he immediately sensed the magical energy contained within the sword in Shirou's hand.

"You're going to—"

Shirou drew his bow. The enormous blade instantly took the form of an arrow, though it still faintly retained the appearance of the original Spiral Sword.

"Damn it, Assassin, aren't you an assassin? Since when could you use a bow?" Atalanta rapidly widened the distance between herself and Shirou. "Why aren't you an Archer?"

Arrows were always faster than people, and Atalanta was swiftly caught up by the arrow.

With no other choice, she twisted aside.

The arrow grazed her beautiful hair, flew two hundred meters away in an instant, and finally embedded itself in a rock.

"Come to think of it, I know a little swordsmanship too. Projection is the only magecraft I can use. Assassination is probably what I'm worst at. After all, my teacher never taught me that, so I only learned how to cut people." Shirou spoke sheepishly. "Sorry for making you laugh."

Even a Servant as calm as Atalanta wanted to curse at that moment.

Wasn't the person who had nearly secretly chopped both her and Achilles to death just now him?

Assassin, and you say you can't assassinate?

Several more arrows shot toward her, but she evaded them.

Shirou smiled faintly, but to Atalanta, it was utterly dazzling.

*This was absolutely a provocation