Though they had not known each other for long, but...
Everyone understood one another perfectly, and there was no doubt that they trusted each other.
Arash's reason for stopping Anno and the others from unleashing their Noble Phantasms was naturally—
He wanted to use his own Noble Phantasm to intercept that thing in midair!
That way, they would not have to worry about the mountain being shaken apart by that immense magical energy.
But...
Everyone knew of Arash's deeds and legend.
At least, most of them did.
The war between Persia and Turkel had lasted a full sixty years. For sixty years, all living things had suffered, and the land had been left barren. Unable to bear witnessing this any longer, Arash—
His bow and his arrow brought that war to an end, shattering a star—and the price he paid...
Was for his own body to be torn apart by that immense power.
Throughout history, there had been countless who had shot down stars, but only one who had shattered one.
That legendary deed must have followed him to the Throne of Heroes.
So—
"By the power of my Command Spell, unleash your Noble Phantasm with everything you have—Arash!"
One stroke of a Command Spell on Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand lit up, then vanished, transforming into an enormous surge of magical energy that flowed into Arash's Saint Graph.
"I've just been dealing with ordinary wyverns and knights and the like all this time. It was starting to feel like I wasn't much of a Servant." Arash took the bow from his back and laughed.
Feeling the magical energy within his Saint Graph swell to the point of nearly overflowing, Arash formed an arrow in his hand.
It was merely an ordinary arrow.
Arash had only ever possessed one Noble Phantasm.
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