Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 947 - : The Same Spear and Bow

Shinji noticed a small red dot.

It was in the corner of his vision, in a place easy to overlook if one wasn't paying attention.

At first, Shinji didn't think much of it, assuming it was something like an indicator light. But soon enough, he realized something was wrong.

The red dot in his sight was rapidly increasing in size at an alarming speed. His externalized mental energy also sent feedback as soon as the red dot got within a certain range.

Danger—extreme danger. This thing could very well be life-threatening.

This wasn't some indicator light—it was an arrow, an arrow shot by a Servant.

The arrow was moving so fast that it outpaced sound, which was why Shinji could only see the arrowhead and not hear any sound.

Fortunately, he hadn't let his guard down after Hercules left. Fortunately, his mental energy could cover a large enough area, allowing him not to be caught off guard.

The Immortal Blade in his hand flipped, and the divine spear was once again projected. The power of the sun, which had been brewing for so long, finally found an outlet to be released.

After a series of intense explosions and scorching torrents, the sky returned to calm.

Using the cover of sound and light, Shinji landed back on the ground, utilizing the dense stakes to maximally disrupt the enemy's line of sight, avoiding any further strikes.

"An ultra-long-range precision shot, with a range exceeding ten kilometers. The enemy is a top-tier archer—probably another Archer."

At the same time, Scathach made her own judgment.

"Caster, have you located the enemy yet?"

Sakura asked urgently. That last attack had frightened her.

"No."

There was frustration in Medea's voice.

"However, the sniping position is very close to the activated ward."

"Very close? Doesn't that mean the enemy can not only perform long-range sniping but also evade your detection?"

Sakura's face fell.

"Shishou, can you do something like that?"

"Not by myself. Not unless I prepare thoroughly and borrow Shinji's treasure bow."

To replicate that sniper shot, four conditions had to be met: superhuman-level archery skills, sharp eyesight, magic or skills that targeted detection wards, and a sufficiently powerful bow.

Archery? Scathach had that.

Eyesight? She could obtain that through the Wisdom of Dún Scáith.

Concealment? She could rely on primordial runes.

The only thing missing was the bow. Scathach didn't have one.

More than ten kilometers away—this was over fifty times the range of a regular strong bow. Only a treasure bow made from the materials of high-ranking Phantasmal Species could possess such cannon-like range.

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Hearing Scathach's response, Sakura became even more worried. She grabbed Shinji's arm and repeatedly urged him.

"Brother, you have to be careful. Don't do something like that again."

"..."

Shinji remained motionless, like a statue.

"Brother, are you listening?"

"Oh, it's you, Sakura-chan."

Only then did Shinji snap back to reality.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something just now and didn't hear you."

"Did you discover something, Brother?"

Sakura's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, a little, but I'm not entirely sure. The magic attached to the arrow just now felt somewhat familiar."

As Shinji spoke, he stroked the golden divine spear in his hand.

"Pure and noble, like the power of the sun. Perhaps someone chose the same Heroic Spirit as I did—yes, his most suitable class would indeed be Archer. But how did he manage to evade Medea's detection? As far as I know, he shouldn't have that kind of ability."

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Twelve kilometers away, atop a skyscraper, a man was similarly speaking to himself.

"As I suspected."

At first glance, the man bore a striking resemblance to Gilgamesh. He also wore golden armor that covered his entire body, had an exceptionally handsome face, and exuded an aura that was difficult to approach.

But upon closer inspection, one would realize that he was completely different from the King of Heroes. Gilgamesh was arrogant, looking down on all others with disdain, while this man was cold as if nothing in the world could stir his emotions.

In the man's hand was a golden bow, radiating divine brilliance. If Sakura or Medusa were to see it, they would be shocked, for this bow was identical to the one Shinji had used earlier to attack Scathach.

"What's right?" asked the girl standing next to him. She wore a sky-blue dress and had a unique drill-shaped hairstyle.

"My judgment was correct. That spear and my bow are the same Noble Phantasm."

"What? The same? How can a spear and a bow be the same? They may look similar, but..."

"That's just a difference in form. Their essence is the same."

The man's expression remained indifferent, as if he were speaking of a stranger's business.

"I suspect it's a limitation imposed by the class system. As an Archer, it's a bow, while as a Lancer, it's a spear. This likely isn't the first time I've been summoned in this era. That man must have acquired my power through some means—I'm a little intrigued."

"Though I don't know how he did it, I'm not too surprised. That person is a member of the Matou family, one of the three founding families of the Holy Grail War. Perhaps his family summoned you in the last Holy Grail War and gained your approval. So, what now? Should we go say hello?"

"We already said 'hello' just now. If he did acquire the spear from me, he'll recognize me. As for whether we approach, that's up to you, Master. I'm now your Servant, and my power is at your command."

Hearing the man's reply, the drill-haired girl revealed a satisfied smile.

"Now, your Master is asking for your opinion."

"No need. Regardless of what our past relationship was, we're enemies now. The enemy is stronger than us. A reckless attack would put us at a disadvantage."

"Even you think they're strong?"

The girl's smile turned serious.

"You're Karna, the greatest hero of Indian mythology. Aren't you being too modest?"

"I am not the greatest, only a failure," Karna answered meticulously.

"I'm not being modest—just stating facts. At most, I can only hold off the dual-wielding female Servant."

"That's a harsh truth. I have to say, the organizers are well-prepared. But we're not fighting alone; we have reliable allies."

As she spoke, the girl turned her head to look behind her. There, in the center of the rooftop, stood a man and a woman.

The man was a young man in a white coat. Aside from his flamboyant pink hair, he seemed quite ordinary. If not for the Servant-like aura he emitted, he would look like any random pedestrian.

In contrast, the woman was much more striking. Despite being only eleven or twelve, she exuded a beauty beyond her years. She casually played with her hair, her amber eyes gazing at the man beside her.

"It's time for you to show your abilities."