Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice II

Chapter 342

"Shirou..." Luvia uttered softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

And indeed, standing before them was none other than Caster, Fujimaru Shirou!

He bore an uncanny resemblance to the child from the Fourth Holy Grail War.

"Shi... Shirou! There are two of you!" Arcueid exclaimed, clearly taken aback.

Shirou's brow furrowed with a mix of surprise, doubt, and confusion. He was not only surprised by the sight but also filled with a deep sense of uncertainty. He was still alive, and his records shouldn't exist within the Throne of Heroes. How was it possible for him to be replicated in this manner?

He turned his gaze towards Waver, "What is that?"

"It's you from the Fourth Holy Grail War."

"I get that part. But what exactly is it?"

"It's a Heroic Spirit that has manifested through a Class Card. However, that particular card is pretty strange. It doesn't have the name 'Caster' or any other thing; it's completely blank."

"A blank card?" Shirou's brow furrowed in confusion.

Just then, Arcueid interjected, her voice tinged with excitement, "Shi... Shirou, is that 'you' our enemy?"

"Yes, but why do you ask?"

With a hint of eagerness, she replied, "Then let me handle that enemy—!"

"Hold on, Arcueid..."

Before he could finish his sentence, she impulsively darted towards Caster.

How should she kill this "Shirou"? Was there even a question? After being stood up and treated like a fool for so long, it was clear that she would tear him apart! From head to toe, she would reduce him to shreds!

Altrouge, having listened to the conversation between Arcueid and Shirou, couldn't help but raise her head, eager to join in the fray.

However—

With a resounding thud, Arcueid, who had charged forward like a cheetah, was suddenly struck by an unseen force. Like a shooting star, she was sent hurtling through the air, crashing into a sculpture and becoming buried beneath its rubble.

Shirou sneered, "You fool! Haven't you realized it yet? That thing specifically targets Dead Apostles!"

Altrouge, clutching the unconscious Gray, cowered in fear. She retreated to a dark corner, cradling her head and trembling. Instead of directing her frustration towards Caster, it was wiser for her to focus on protecting herself.

"Roarrrrr——!!" Caster let out a resounding roar, and his six arms lunged forward to attack him.

"This king can't be replicated so easily!" Shirou scoffed coldly as the black mud surged throughout his body. Summoning six black hands, he swiftly countered Caster's assault.

Two identical figures, each with six black arms, clashed fiercely in mid-air, leaving the onlookers utterly stunned. Among them, Luvia's expression became incredibly complex as she watched the spectacle unfold.

How could she possibly put into words the scene before her? It felt like witnessing a grown-up version of a boy battling his own younger self.

Initially, Shirou had assumed that this Caster's power would be comparable to that of Gilgamesh or Iskandar, and that he could easily overpower him.

However, as they exchanged blow after blow, he gradually realized that the strength exhibited by this Caster exceeded his expectations. It became clear that this wasn't a mere counterfeit, easily overcome and dismissed.