Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

Achilles raced at full speed until he reached an open field. He looked around but found no sign of Shirou.

He had no idea he was moving so fast that Shirou simply could not keep up. He assumed Shirou was nearby, merely hiding.

"Assassin! If you're a warrior, then come out and face me!" Achilles shouted.

But there was nowhere here to conceal oneself. There were no woods, no cover—only grass.

No matter how skilled the enemy was at hiding, Achilles did not believe anyone could conceal themselves in a place like this.

It was not as though he were playing a space game.

So where was that Assassin?

In the distance, atop the castle, Heracles unhurriedly drew a Gilded Arrow from his quiver. The arrow seemed to radiate the brilliance of the sun, its fletching rising like burning flames.

"Archer, the opposing Rider is said to be Achilles. Are you confident you can catch him with an arrow? And the key is whether Assassin can coordinate well enough." Fiore sat somewhat stiffly in her wheelchair, gripping its armrests.

"Don't worry. Though we weren't from the same era, I still heard my teacher speak of him. He loses his temper easily. Assassin is very good at making use of that, and I trust him. Even if Achilles is fast, my arrow will certainly hit him."

Heracles held his breath and narrowed his eyes.

"He's here."

The Gilded Arrow was set upon the bowstring.

"Watch closely, Master."

The arrow tore through the wind with explosive force, streaking toward the distant enemy like a meteor.

The gale howled as fierce winds swept past. Fiore's hair was thrown into disarray, and she had to squint just to see her surroundings.

Caules tightly gripped the wheelchair handles, yet he still struggled to keep his