Crisis!

Looking at this oddly familiar scene, Rasa's lips lifted slightly, and he said with a hint of disdain, "Emiya Shiro. Heh. It's been a long time."

"Yeah, it really has been a long time. You seem pretty confident for someone I defeated." Shiro spun the twin blades in his hands, scattering the dust swirling around him, and simply watched Rasa, who stood on the Gold Dust with his arms folded across his chest.

Faced with Shiro's provocation, Rasa showed no reaction. He remained calm, arms folded, standing atop the Gold Dust as he looked down at Shiro from above.

"Is running your mouth all you can do? Heh. I'd originally planned to let Elder Chiyo settle her grudge with you, but since you're so eager to die, don't blame me!"

The moment he finished speaking, enormous waves of sand rose on both sides and swept toward Shiro!

"Tch! You already knew that, didn't you? Against me—" Shiro tightened his grip on Kanshou and Bakuya, took a step, and instantly vanished from where he stood!

"It's useless!"

Boom!

As Shiro's figure appeared again, all the Gold Dust that had been sweeping toward him was cut apart! Then Shiro charged fiercely in Rasa's direction!

After the Gold Dust was slashed apart by Shiro, Rasa's expression remained as calm as before. He still had his arms folded across his chest, suspended in midair, watching indifferently as Shiro was continuously attacked by the Gold Dust.

Down below, although Shiro was suffering an unending barrage of Gold Dust attacks, he was not the least bit flustered. Once you experienced this sort of thing enough, you got used to it.

It was just cutting through ninjutsu. As a magus who specialized in close combat, Shiro had put plenty of effort into this area.

Because of that,