The old priest watched them go, when something soundlessly shot forth from his right hand. Perhaps by some special technique, a metallic plate hurled from the priest’s hand with the speed of a bullet. Until several decades ago, the blue coin had been used as a high-value chip in the casino below the church.

In the next instant, Hansa’s arm twisted at an impossible angle, caught the coin, and soundlessly returned the throw as swiftly as it had come.

When the old priest effortlessly caught the coin, it crumbled in his hand. He looked and saw that the metal coin had fallen apart into sixteen equal portions, like a pizza. “Ah, sorry. I thought your skills had rusted since you were so glued to your phone. Hm.”

Hanza turned slowly to face the old priest, who shrugged.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 1