Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

Even though it was a gun, Shirou was still confident he could hit the enemy.

He had absolute confidence in ranged weapons, and he also had magecraft to give himself an unfair advantage.

This was in the bag!

The bullet broke the sound barrier, crossing nearly two kilometers in an instant.

Having reinforced the bullet with magecraft, Shirou was just that confident, that flashy.

He was completely certain he could accurately hit an enemy two kilometers away with a sniper rifle!

The shot had been fired. It was time to check the results of the assassination.

He raised his binoculars and looked into the distance again. At the location where one of the Red Faction Masters should have been standing, there was unexpectedly a golden Servant, grinning at him.

Fuck.

"Rider, let's go!"

Chapter 32: I Want to Give You a Hatchet!

Light was reversible, and so was the trajectory of a bullet.

After Gilgamesh blocked Shirou's bullet with his shield, he discovered Shirou's location.

"Was that... a bullet?" Amakusa Shirou's expression changed.

Although he was technically a Servant, after being incarnated, he was more like a human now—just a much stronger one. If a bullet from afar hit him, he would still die.

Weren't normal Assassin methods supposed to involve sneaking over and stabbing him? Why was this so modern?

But Amakusa never imagined that Shirou was not only this modern, but had even come to assassinate him in broad daylight. He had flown here behind an eagle carrying a shield, and they had not noticed him at all.

Semiramis's face darkened. She already considered herself an oddity among Assassins—having the Hanging Gardens was one thing, and casually firing beams of light was another—but the Black Faction's Assassin had gone and snuck right over. No one even knew where