"Splendi~~id," shouts a high voice, reaching your ears at length from the shore. Off in the distance you can see Liliesviel, sipping her drink and waving her free hand, cheering you on. As you watch her, you see an additional squad of lions materialize to supplement the first, all charging toward the sea with abandon. You nail two of them with arrows while jumping out of the way of another aquatic attack from behind, warned by the subtle change in the sound of the water. You'll have to be on the lookout for attacks from all angles, now.

Glancing down at the shark to send a shot into it, you catch sight of your face reflected in the ocean. The first look at yourself you've had, you realize, since your transformation. Not a bad face, you reflect. It's rather like the face you had in the Akeldama, all sharp edges and hard lines, as if a sculptor had set out with the outline of handsome features, but called the job finished before working in any soft curves. There's not much of Yumigawa Rushorou in the face, but for the Servant Archer it's good enough. It'll have to be, as it's apparently the face you've had all along, behind the fake one. Even the long hair framing your features suggests the passage of time. It looks as if it's never seen a barber, lacking any distinguishable cut lines. Was the hair you were having cut for the last eighteen years another phantom, conjured up by the magical illusion that made you look human? Maybe you'll never know now.

One of the lions, having finally closed the distance, interrupts your musing. You give it a kick in the nose for its trouble as you back off up the coast, sending an arrow into its flank before it can recover. There seem to be no end to Caster's familiars; apparently this is set to be a long training session.

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