Chapter 3 - 3 Is It Stealing If I Steal From A Thief? (1/2)

Several days came and went and every night Gray came to the abandoned apartment building to practice his spearmenship. The once raw and unpolished form slowly revealed a graceful and deadly style capable of battling enemies in both a large number and single combat.

His strikes became as fast as the lightning that flowed from his body causing his speed to grow superhuman even without the Class Cards enhancement.

A dull boom echoed from the rooftop.

The rain dulled the sound by a large amount, but the constant repetitive strikes and lunges made it quite the sight for the other denizens of Gotham City.

Gray knew that people were watching him, and knew this was the last time he could practice in this place. The potential to meet the Batman was growing with everyday, and he neither had a mask, nor a Class Card whose Heroic Spirit changed his face.

Other than Berserker of course. But he vowed to never use that particular Servant again unless their were extenuating circumstances.

He spun around and extended his spear with a flourish. Water droplets bouncing off his refined form creating an area beneath him that was drier than the floor around him.

”.... Faster! Show me the might of the fastest Heroic Spirit!”.

Gray's body became like a blur as multiple booms echoed in the Gotham night. Police sirens could always be heard during the night, which distracted many from the sounds of gunshots and screaming.

Gray pushed his physical body to its absolute limits. Under the integrating power of his soul with Rider's, his physical strength, endurance and agility grew in response, although to a lesser degree.

He wouldn't say that without the Class Cards his strength was equal to a metahuman, but it was definitely the peak of what his mortal body could withstand.

He let out a deep breath and the high pitched screech from his spear and the torrents of wind exerted from it vanished and his body was covered in a heavy rain. The coolness of the liquid drenched his steaming body, and he let out a pleasurable sigh.

”Achilles is one of the more open Heroic Spirits in my possession. Forget about Berserker, even Saber and Archer refuse my call unless I'm in danger. Caster is willing but with her personality its a little bit over the top.....”.

A feeling of sadness flowed into Gray's mind and he instantly knew where it came from.

”But that doesn't mean you aren't my favorite Caster! It's just that it's a little weird for me to go through your memories. I've never experienced anything from such a beautiful woman's perspective before!”.

A feeling of happy embarrassment flooded Gray's mind and he let out another sigh.

Caster, if she possessed all nine of her tails would rival even that of Saver and would be one of his strongest Servants. But even with only a fraction of her original power, she still possessed enough strength to contend with even the close combat Servants like Rider and Lancer.

And would be able to wipe the floor with Gray if she ever wanted to.

The twenty year old retreated back underneath the apartment roof and entered one of the rooms he had cleaned out slightly, making it much more livable than the rest of the other rooms in the building.

Although the stairs to floor 5 and above were destroyed, with Gray's abilities, such a distance wouldn't be worth mentioning.