Ichigo Kurosaki spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as though all his internal organs were about to shift out of place. His face was pale and drawn.
Although he possessed extraordinary talent, his actual strength was only a notch above Rukia's. He clearly was not on the same level as his opponents.
What?
Running into the final boss right after leaving home-is that reasonable? I'm reporting this! Someone's spawn-camping, damn it!
"There's another way, young man."
"Cough, cough. My name is Ichigo Kurosaki."
"All right, Ichigo Kurosaki. There's another way: communicate with the Holy Grail, summon a Servant, and have the Servant defeat them. Servants are almost never weak. At the very least, the chances of defeating them will be higher.
"Besides, we'll have someone to help!"
Rukia helped Ichigo Kurosaki up and spoke solemnly, then took his right hand. The red Command Spells on the back of his hand were very conspicuous.
"What kind of setup is this now?? Aren't you Shinigami? My head's spinning a little."
Ichigo was utterly bewildered. Did the world he lived in really have this many layers to it?
"I know you're in a hurry, but hold your horses, because now we're in an even bigger hurry. Anyway, just do as I say and repeat after me. Quick!"
Rukia had already traced out a magic circle at lightning speed. Then she pointed inside it, telling Ichigo to stand before the circle.
To save his family, Ichigo was naturally willing to do anything. He went straight over and stood beside the formation.
"Let thy body be under my command, and my fate rest upon thy sword. Answer the summons of the Holy Grail. If thou wouldst heed this will and reason, then answer my summons..."
Although Rukia was not particularly interested in the Holy