"Haaah!"
On the fifteenth floor of the Dungeon, an exhilarated shout echoed faintly through the space.
Lefiya, wielding a sharp sword, dashed back and forth through the monster horde, shouting excitedly.
Fighting as a warrior — this entirely new experience was definitely a revelation for Lefiya, who had always aimed to be a great mage.
It had been a week since Lefiya transformed into a warrior and started fighting.
Over this week, the green-haired Lefiya had transitioned from passively receiving enemy attacks to actively charging at them.
From wildly swinging her sword to moving with considerable method,
in just one week, she had transformed from a novice in close combat into a skilled close-quarters fighter.
All of this was forged through practical combat.
"Lefiya, always be aware of your surroundings. Don't leave any blind spots."
"Yes!"
Hearing the girl's clear voice, Shirou, as her teacher, felt deeply satisfied.
Indeed, teaching talented disciples was truly gratifying.
As his prana flowed, Kanshou and Bakuya — his short swords — transformed into two greatswords under his reinforcement, held firmly in Shirou's hands.
Looking at the three Minotars surrounding them, Shirou advanced instead of retreating.
With a light step, he instantly appeared before a Minotar.
"You Minotars, just die for me!"
As a great Pure Love Warrior, facing the filthy Minotars, Shirou struck heavily, swinging the two greatswords to their utmost.
With a violent whooshing sound, the greatsword, imbued with immense power, directly cleaved the Minotar in front of him in half at the waist.
Watching the Minotar splashing blood, Shirou easily avoided the spray and met the pincer attack of the other two Minotars.
"Roarwooo!"
Releasing a fierce roar, with its upper body lowered and horns raised, a Minotar directly charged at Shirou, attempting to crush him.
But Shirou was no longer his former self.
Now LV.2 and comprehensively developed, Shirou still couldn't match the Minotar in raw strength, but the Minotar could no longer overwhelmingly overpower him.
Facing the Minotar that had charged before him, the Pure Love Warrior Shirou directly plunged his greatsword into the ground, blocking its path forward.
Then, as the beast collided with the greatsword, Shirou executed a sliding kick, sliding beneath the Minotar body, and using the newly projected Kanshou and Bakuya to slash open its body, disemboweling it.
But this was not the end. There was still another filthy Minotar awaiting his judgment.
Using the momentum from his slide, as Shirou slid out from under the Minotar body, the short swords in his hands transformed again.
This time, what appeared was no longer a greatsword, but a black longbow.
And in Shirou's hand, an arrow was already nocked, the bowstring drawn to a full moon.
With a whooshing sound, the pitch-black arrow transformed into a fierce cannon shot, directly blasting the Minotar upper body, leaving an arc-shaped wound.
From identifying the enemies to utterly eliminating them, Shirou's movements were fluid and effortless.
The entire sequence was so smooth, a pleasure to behold.
This was Shirou, now at LV.2, the new version of Shirou.
At this moment, though he had yet to reach his peak during the Holy Grail War, his future would undoubtedly be even stronger than that self.
Because he was now a comprehensively developed hexagonal warrior.
Sooner or later, he would compare strength with Saber, endurance with Berserker, speed with Rider, and prana with Caster.
Coupled with Unlimited Blade Works being continuously strengthened in his magic slot by the Divine Blessing, surpassing Emiya Hero and becoming Grand Emiya was just a matter of time.
"Shirou-san is so strong! He can easily take care of these three Minotars. That's something other LV.2 adventurers wouldn't even dare to imagine!"
Having dealt with her own enemies, a slightly breathless Lefiya wiped the sweat from her forehead, gazing at Shirou with shining eyes full of admiration.
Through this week of cooperation, not only had Shirou become extremely familiar with Lefiya, but Lefiya herself had also come to understand just how monstrously talented this man was.
Superb martial arts, proficient in all kinds of weapons.
Terrifying growth rate, basic stats soaring like a rocket.
A mature mind, never flustered in any situation.
He even excelled in strategy, and also had excellent cooking skills.
You know, when Tiona and Tione found those dried snacks in Ais's room, they almost cried from craving.
Later, in the Loki Familia's dining hall, Shirou, given free rein, truly showed everyone what real gourmet food was.
If not for Shirou's strong refusal, the position of Loki Familia's head chef would probably have fallen to him.
Behind his back, many of Lefiya's close friends called Shirou a perfect good man, secretly harboring affections for him, though none dared to confess.
Now, thinking about it, how lucky she was to be able to form a party with Shirou-san.
"Nothing to be proud of. These are just basic operations."
The terrifying aspect of the Dungeon lay in the continuous monster attacks and sudden unforeseen events.
A single monster was definitely not a match for an adventurer of the same level. Except for Floor Bosses.
Of course, if one had peak basic stats for their level and the other was a newcomer to that level, then he would take back what he said.
After all, stat overwhelming was still very powerful in this world.
However, this was only at lower levels. At higher levels, LV.5 and above, even adventurers who had just reached that level could defeat peak monsters of the same level.
After all, anyone who could reach LV.5 was considered to possess heroic caliber.
But the Dungeon was definitely not a place for solo fighting. It was a relentless killing ground with an endless supply of monsters.
Hearing Shirou's words, Lefiya's mouth twitched, and her expression instantly froze.
There it was — Shirou-san's 'it's only natural.'
Over this period, the Loki Familia members who had become familiar with Shirou noticed that whenever they praised him, he would occasionally say something that would infuriate people without compensation.
For example, "Is that all?"
"Just basic operations!"
"I'm too weak, progressing too slowly."
Such 'only natural' remarks.
Therefore, the exasperated Loki Familia members no longer dared to casually praise him.
"Shirou-san, you're too modest..."
Thump!
Before Lefiya could finish speaking, a dense thudding sound entered their ears.
Then, in this arc-shaped chamber, dozens of Minotars suddenly spawned, continuously pouring out from the surrounding walls.
"This is an Anomaly, a Monster Feast!"
Instinctively pulling Lefiya into his embrace, Shirou looked at the dense crowd of Minotars around them, his vigilance instantly heightened to the maximum.
They were surrounded by Minotars.
With this many monsters, even he could fall into danger if he wasn't careful.
And this was the killing blow the Dungeon had prepared for them: a Monster Feast after they were fatigued.
"What do we do, Shirou-san! It's a Monster Feast!"
Looking at the dense crowd of Minotars around them, Lefiya felt a chill run through her body.
Only Shirou's embrace offered her a trace of warmth.
"Calm down, Lefiya. To break through this now, we can only rely on your magic chant. Although you haven't chanted once this past week, I believe the current you is definitely incomparable to your former self."
"Mm!"
Glancing at the gradually calming Lefiya, Shirou stroked her head, then pulled her staff from his backpack and handed it to her.
"I'll draw the monsters' attention in a moment. You seize the opportunity to chant."
"Let this Monster Feast be the test for your training during this period. I don't think there could be a better trial than this!"
"So please trust me. I will definitely protect you."
Hearing Shirou's words, Lefiya swung her staff and plunged it firmly into the ground.
Her eyes were filled with determination, as if she were no longer the timid and flustered person she once was.
Only the task ahead remained the same.
"I've always believed in you, Shirou-san."
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