Fujimaru Ritsuka had undergone rigorous, systematic training at Chaldea. Combined with magecraft, he could basically keep running for quite a long time without needing to rest.
There was even less need to mention Oda Nobunaga. Her Servant body granted her nearly limitless stamina.
Kanna was the one suffering. To keep up with those two, she was left panting and gasping for breath. Most importantly—
Because she could not catch up, she had no way to ask Fujimaru Ritsuka to wait for her!
"I've never felt like this before."
Having reached the shrine's torii gate, Kanna used the rifle in her hand as a cane and blurted it out without thinking. Then she froze.
She raised her head and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka's back.
Because he held conviction in his heart, he would not stop for any reason. Instead, he would keep moving forward without pause—even if a cliff lay ahead.
Kanna knew that well.
Kanna knew it better than anyone.
"Wait—"
"Ritsuka!"
She began running too—though she did not know why she was running.
Perhaps...
She was only trying to catch up to that figure from her memories—or perhaps her dreams?
That figure who had left her far behind, who would forever stride forward with head held high—
"Storm, break apart for me!!!"
Standing beneath the storm, Oda Nobunaga drew the matchlock gun in her hand.
She used her magical energy to brutally tear the storm before her apart, forcibly ripping open a gap in it—this was Oda Nobunaga's way.
Clang—
Yet the instant Oda Nobunaga tore through the storm, she and Fujimaru Ritsuka both felt a sense of danger.
Oda Nobunaga's gaze turned icy.
Click—
Bang!
With a raised hand, she chambered a round. In almost the same instant, the bullet left the barrel and struck head-on against the