Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

However, like Shinji Matou, Gina has already shed her status as a contestant.

He appeared here as a defeated and dead soldier.

But Matou Sakura still provides the best care she can.

"Who are you? The one from the infirmary?"

With her physical strength restored and her mind calmed down, Gina stabilized and did not vomit upon waking up.

"Yes, I am Matou Sakura, the high-ranking AI in charge of the health of all Masters!"

Seeing that Gina had recovered somewhat, Matou Sakura responded to her with a loving smile and handed her a glass of warm water from the side.

Did I faint in the warehouse?

Gina tremblingly accepted the warm water handed to her by Matou Sakura, her face showing an expression as if she was about to cry. Looking at the trembling water glass in her hand, she asked softly.

"probably?"

Sakura Matou answered Gina with some uncertainty.

Emiya Shirou, who brought Ginako over, didn't say much. After briefly confirming Ginako's current condition with Matou Sakura, he left.

Emiya Shirou isn't a doctor, so he wouldn't know much about Gina's current physical and mental condition, and even if he did, he wouldn't have any good solutions.

He could only entrust it to Matou Sakura.

Moreover, Shirou Emiya was originally planning to go to the arena at that time, but he was stopped by Taiga Fujimura, who was standing in the middle of the road.

"right?"

Gina's last memory was of hiding in the closet, and she couldn't remember anything after that.

She didn't know who had brought her to the infirmary.

All I know is that if it weren't for that person, I might have really had a complete mental breakdown in the warehouse and eventually lost my mind.

"You woman, you're really frail and sickly. Why are you back in the infirmary?"

Just as Gina asked who had sent her there, Shinji Matou, who had sat up, couldn't help but scoff.

This is perhaps a personality trait he can never change.

Even knowing that Gina was a better game champion than him, he couldn't help but exude his own sense of superiority.

"You are? The world's second-best student?"

"..."

Despite her weakness, Gina couldn't help but retort after hearing what Shinji Matou said.

With just one sentence, Shinji Matou, who was indeed the second best in the world, broke down.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Shinji Matou once again fell into a state of frenzy, pounding the blanket in front of him.

Because what Gina said was absolutely true.

It has no other meaning mixed in.

"Remember, my name is Shinji Matou, and I'm a genius!!!!"

"I'll remember that, second-best student in the world."

Seeing Shinji Matou in a state of impotent rage, Gina's weakened spirit recovered a little.

Instead of locking herself in her room, talking to her could temporarily alleviate her current situation.

"boom--!"

At that moment, the door was gently pushed open.

A figure draped in a crimson cloak appeared at the door of the infirmary, looking extremely weak and as if he had lost all his strength and could collapse at any moment.

That was Emiya Shirou, who had been fighting with Li Shuwen earlier.

Lying in his hospital bed, Shinji Matou could only faintly sense the special magical fluctuations emanating from Shirou Emiya.

The magic power has been completely used up.

Moreover, although Shirou Emiya's body showed no visible injuries and his clothes were undamaged, the fact that blood was gushing from his seven orifices told everyone present that he had suffered extremely serious injuries.

"senior--!"

At this moment, Matou Sakura also expressed her deep concern and quickly helped Emiya Shirou to the bedside.

Just as Shirou Emiya sat down on the hospital bed, another red figure appeared at the door.

She walked in, clutching her right arm as if she were enduring some kind of pain.

Chapter 593 A Life-or-Death Battle in Seconds

Let's go back a few hours.

The location was a cemetery that had been completely destroyed.

The flames roared like a colossal dragon, ready to devour everything. [The Sinful Sword of the Dragon Princess]

The gale-force winds ripped through the air like incredibly sharp blades. [Dragon Claw]

Lightning materialized into a tangible spear, piercing through space. [Iaido Sword Narukami]

The water surged and raged, its powerful force crushing everything in its path. [Yoshigure]

Ice covered everything, the extreme cold freezing the sky solid. [Yoshigure]

The ground shattered under the terrifying gravity. [Iron Fan]

From a distance, the entire cemetery looked as if it had been caught in some kind of apocalyptic disaster. Everything was destroyed under this terrifying attack, and the entire area began to collapse, turning into debris and sinking into the surrounding area.

The body is tearing apart.

The brain is trembling.

The soul is wailing.

Within those few short seconds, unimaginable pain enveloped Shirou Emiya.

This is the limit that can be reached through thousands of forgings and projections, constantly pushing oneself, constantly understanding these weapons, and constantly mastering them.

This is the limit that can only be achieved by [One-Sword Asura], who pours everything into a single minute—magic, energy, and physical strength.

Now, there are only a dozen seconds left before the [One-Slash Asura] state ends.

Even the crimson magical energy that had gathered on Shirou Emiya's body began to dissipate at a visible speed.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!"

Amidst the tremors of space, these incredibly powerful attacks were shattered by an undeniable force.

However, such resistance is futile; such a catastrophe-like attack is almost impossible for an individual to defend against.

Li Shuwen realized this the instant the attack erupted.

Therefore, his intention in throwing a punch was not for defense, but for offense.

Blood began to spurt from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were also stained crimson.

His body began to shatter under the violent impact.

Flesh and blood were torn apart by the surging calamity and flew backward.

Faced with the roaring disaster, Li Shuwen's eyes showed no tremor, no fear.

A strong fighting spirit permeated the entire arena.

He has never been afraid of anything, whether in the past or in the future.

Only a battle where lives are at stake is the kind of battle he longs for.

[To forge a bond through violence is to inevitably lead to death.]

For Li Shuwen, the battle was no easy task; it involved gambling with each other's beliefs.

Li Shuwen, too, sensed Emiya Shirou's unwavering resolve and the stakes he had placed in his all-out attack.

Therefore, as a martial artist, how could I not respond to this burning conviction?!

At this moment, in Li Shuwen's eyes, there was only that one person.

"Really are!!"

"It's been so long since I've felt this excited!!!!"

Beneath the raging flames that consumed everything, beneath the crashing waves that shattered everything, beneath the hurricane that tore everything apart, a crimson figure abandoned everything and burst forth.

His eyes, filled with fighting spirit, were fixed on Shirou Emiya, who was also bursting forth from the flames.

On Shirou Emiya's chest, a deep blue ring gleamed.

It completely blocked the flames that the dragon unleashed.

With only a dozen seconds left to fight, Shirou Emiya did not gamble everything on that catastrophic attack.

This is a battle where everything, life and beliefs, are sacrificed.

The battle will continue until the very last moment!

"Zheng——!"

Beneath the crimson flames, a cold arc of light gleamed on the silver samurai sword.

"laugh--!"

As the disaster struck, a violent whooshing sound arose.

[The crane's wings are not yet ready to fall.]

Emiya Shirou, seemingly unconcerned about the samurai sword in his hand, aimed at the fierce attack that was accompanied by a strong wind and hurled two arc-shaped blades at him.