My youth story, a crossover anime, turns out, is FGO!

While Makoto Aoki was deceiving the protagonist of the original work, the battle between the red and black sides had already reached a fever pitch.

"I really don't like doing this kind of thing." Astolfo, who was ordered by his Master to deal with the red Saber Master, had no motivation and even wanted to slack off.

"Well, I'd better pull myself together." Astolfo picked up his lance and ran into the depths of the forest, hoping to find Saber's Master.

"Whoosh—"

Atalanta clearly saw through Astolfo's intentions. Instead of interfering with Caster's actions, she turned her attention to Astolfo.

Even if it's not their own Master, how can a Heroic Spirit watch the enemy kill their Master? Not to mention, Atalanta, like Achilles, still admires Kairi Shishikage's courage to fight alongside his Servant.

"Don't try to succeed."

An arrow, mid-air, struck down Atalanta's arrow.

"who is it?"

Atalanta's pupils constricted. One can imagine how difficult it would be to hit an arrow that had already been shot, especially since the opponent had struck first after being shot later!

With eyes as green as new leaves fixed on the distance, and seemingly revealing the vertical pupils of a beast, Atalanta's competitive nature kicked in, and her previously casual attitude suddenly became tense.

After all, her archery skills were taught by the moon goddess Artemis. If she lost to her, wouldn't that be a disgrace to Artemis?

Atalanta, of course, did not know that the other party, Chiron, had also studied archery with Artemis, and at this moment, a fierce battle ignited within her.

Never, ever lose to the opponent!

"Whoosh—"

Atalanta drew her bow swiftly, and arrows shot from the Sky Bow, covering the entire battlefield, while the enemy responded by firing arrows in return.

Countless arrows collided in the air, some were forced to fall, and others deviated from their original trajectories.

However, it was clear that the unknown black archer was still in control, and even had time to interfere with Achilles, who was fighting Vlad III.

Atalanta's lips curled into a straight line. She was indeed a formidable opponent!

but……

Atalanta drew her bowstring again, the arrow pointing to a point in the distance. You have also revealed your position!

Chiron's attention was half on Achilles. It wasn't that he looked down on the other Heroic Spirits; it was simply that, as Achilles' teacher, Chiron knew all too well Achilles' strength and that he was definitely not an opponent to be easily ignored.

however……

At the critical moment, Chiron's honed "mind's eye" finally detected the cold glint aimed at him. Chiron instinctively dodged, and an arrow whizzed past him with lightning speed, even piercing through the castle wall.

call.

Even Chiron was taken aback. If the attack had been aimed at Master Fiore instead of him, he might not have had time to react.

"Are you alright, Archer?" Fiore was clearly an excellent mage. After discovering the enemy attack, she first constructed disguise and defensive magic before asking about her servant.

“It’s alright, Master.” Chiron’s expression turned serious. “You should leave first. Now it’s my turn to fight the Red Archer.”

The shape of that bow reminded Chiron of someone—a Heroic Spirit who participated in the Holy Grail War, and not someone to be underestimated.

However, Chiron is no weaker than anyone else.

With his arm muscles bulging, Chiron drew back his bowstring and began to fight Atalanta with all his might.

On the other side, Achilles was practically uninhabited.

"Hahaha, keep going, Black Lancer!" Achilles' speed was indeed the fastest human foot. With each turn and leap, Vlad III's stake couldn't even scratch him. "Too slow, too slow! Is this all you've got?"

Such arrogant words drew a hint of displeasure from Flanders III, who spoke coldly.

"Rot away, my enemy!"

The next second, countless stakes pierced through the ground where Achilles stood. Achilles no longer had time to speak, and having lost the initiative, he could no longer use his meteor spear to sweep the stakes away. Instead, he kept moving, trying to dodge.

However, these stakes kept piercing through the ground where he was standing, leaving him unable to fight back for the next few dozen seconds and only able to keep dodging.

After all, while Achilles wasn't afraid of the stakes, it would be terrible if they pierced his heel.

"Hmph, did you think my Noble Phantasm could only attack from the outside? Everywhere on this land is my territory!"

After all, this is Vlad III's territory, and his fame here is at its peak!

"That's more like it!" Achilles' smile was filled with the joy of battle and a frenzied rage. "Come on!"

Achilles charged at Vlad III, and during his charge, most of the stakes couldn't keep up with his full-speed charge. The few that managed to keep up were either swept away by his flail or ignored as long as they didn't threaten his heels. Those vicious stakes couldn't even pierce his skin. This is the domineering nature of Achilles, who possesses the "unfading flower of the hero."

Darnic, who was being dragged there, narrowed his eyes. This kind of defensively specialized Servant was undoubtedly Vlad III's nemesis!

Who is he! What is his real name?

“Uncle Danic, Archer asked me to tell you that the Black Rider’s real name is Achilles.”

Through the magic of communication, Fiore conveyed a message to Danic.

Achilles? No wonder!

Such a great hero is naturally world-famous, but even more famous is his weakness, his heel.

Knowing this information, Danic regained his composure, even though the current situation on the field was overwhelmingly unfavorable to them.

Caster's puppets were no match for King Arthur. King Arthur even had the strength to stop Astolfo from searching for his Master. The red Archer and his own Archer were fighting, essentially exchanging pieces. Even though Chiron had a slight advantage, he easily deflected the arrows aimed at Achilles, and could not fundamentally change the situation.

Meanwhile, the battle between Vlad III and Achilles remained at a stalemate.

No problem.

Danic thought to himself, "The tide is about to turn!"

"Ahhhh-"

Green lightning illuminated the forest, and a servant wielding a strange iron hammer and dressed in a wedding gown rushed out, attacking Achilles without regard for anything else.

Carrying a pale blue magical power, Siegfried's Balmongk clashed once again with King Arthur's Excalibur.

Black Saber, Black Berserker, arrives on the battlefield.