"So, are we really doing a live combat drill?"
Napoleon looked somewhat hesitant.
It wasn't that he was particularly averse to fighting; what he disliked was fighting the Master.
Cannons were nothing like melee weapons. He was an Archer—there was no realistic way for him to hold back, like Mash attacking with the back of her shield. Once he opened fire, it was essentially full power.
If he actually hit the Master, that would be an accident.
Conquering this Lostbelt would not be so simple. If he blew the Master to death with a cannon during a combat drill, then Proper Human History's hope would probably be blown away by that same shot.
"I understand the risks, Mr. Napoleon."
Fujimaru Ritsuka gave his equipment one final check, loaded his magical handgun, and looked toward Napoleon, who stood roughly a hundred meters away.
"But this is necessary. I need to know just how far this ability can go. Otherwise, not only will I be useless in the battles ahead, I might even become a burden."
"Mr. Norla is currently undergoing temporary Spirit Origin modifications, and Mash is also having her Spirit Origin Exoskeleton installed. This is the only remaining time I have to familiarize myself with the functions of the Spirit Origin Shadow."
"...All right. Since you, rookie, say you want to do this, I'll indulge you!"
Napoleon took a deep breath and smiled.
He raised his massive cannon—aiming it at Fujimaru Ritsuka—and no longer hesitated.
"Then—let's begin!!!"
BOOM!!!
The massive cannon instantly fired an enormous shell.
Buzz—
The Spirit Origin Shadow activated in an instant, and a shadow appeared beside Fujimaru Ritsuka.
It was a red-haired youth riding a horse, with a short sword in hand.
Rider—Alexander, the Servant they had once encountered in the Roman Singularity.
Fujimaru Ritsuka and