A careful man wouldn't throw himself into a losing fight, but I shall endeavour to do so.
[ The two Kojirous are, as expected, evenly matched. Their swords crash into each other and slice through empty air where a Kojirou once stood, wooden swords arcing in what should be impossible angles, but never once manage to touch their true targets.
After all, every single strike is intended to be lethal. There can be no intentional taking of lesser strikes, and certainly no carelessness that would allow any attack to break through. They are perfectly matched, and why wouldn't they be? ]
We are the same. We have the same styles, the same skills, the same weapons. But this dungeon is the source of my power, and it will never run dry. What about you, "Sasaki Kojirou?" You call yourself a free man, but that just means all you have to rely upon is yourself, and your own mana is merely human. You are merely human.
[ Kojirou's moves don't change or slow down at all, but there's a slight grimace that crosses his face which acknowledges this reality. He would fight himself forever, but he doesn't have that kind of time. In the first place, this dungeon won't last forever. ]
I don't recall myself ever being so talkative. But as a Servant, is it not only natural that I have a mage behind me? Irisviel-dono!
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[ The two Kojirous are, as expected, evenly matched. Their swords crash into each other and slice through empty air where a Kojirou once stood, wooden swords arcing in what should be impossible angles, but never once manage to touch their true targets.
After all, every single strike is intended to be lethal. There can be no intentional taking of lesser strikes, and certainly no carelessness that would allow any attack to break through. They are perfectly matched, and why wouldn't they be? ]
We are the same. We have the same styles, the same skills, the same weapons. But this dungeon is the source of my power, and it will never run dry. What about you, "Sasaki Kojirou?" You call yourself a free man, but that just means all you have to rely upon is yourself, and your own mana is merely human. You are merely human.
[ Kojirou's moves don't change or slow down at all, but there's a slight grimace that crosses his face which acknowledges this reality. He would fight himself forever, but he doesn't have that kind of time. In the first place, this dungeon won't last forever. ]
I don't recall myself ever being so talkative. But as a Servant, is it not only natural that I have a mage behind me? Irisviel-dono!