Broly gently set the car down.
The first time was unfamiliar; the second time was already easier.
This time, Fujimura Taiga, who had ridden in the flying car again, was no longer frightened.
“Broly, why did you come here?
And why did you show up in such a strange way?”
The group of three walked over, and Tohsaka Rin was the first to ask the boy.
“I came to find you.
I realized you weren’t happy anymore, and I wanted to know why.”
Broly stated his purpose very directly.
“Us?”
Tohsaka Rin was very smart.
From Broly’s words, she picked up on something.
“You know my sister?”
“Mm.”
Broly nodded.
“Esteemed elegant gentleman, if I remember correctly, when we brought your daughter home last time, we told you she had been abused in the family she was adopted into, didn’t we?”
While Broly was speaking with Tohsaka Rin, Fujimura Taiga had stormed over to Tohsaka Tokiomi.
In a rather unfriendly tone, she questioned the elegant man in the red suit before her.
Having arrived at the Matou residence and seen the scene of the child being handed over, then connecting it with the girl’s Happiness Value dropping, Fujimura Taiga did not need anyone to explain much.
She had already filled in the entire picture in her head.
Although her imagination was not completely accurate, the general direction was correct.
This man was about to send his daughter back to the very family that had abused her.
Tohsaka Tokiomi took a step back.
The way the boy had descended from the sky while carrying a car made him realize that the two people who had once brought his younger daughter home were by no means ordinary.
Cautiously, he took out his jeweled cane, then replied,
“The misunderstanding has already been resolved.
My daughter was not abused by the Matou family.
Their magical training was simply somewhat strict.
“However, as her father, I still thank you for your concern for my daughter.
That said, I must also ask you, as outsiders, not to interfere so casually in the domestic affairs between the Tohsaka and Matou families.
“Otherwise…”
Before Tohsaka Tokiomi could finish speaking, Broly appeared in front of him.
A small fist landed directly against the side of his face.
The elegant man’s face visibly deformed and twisted.
His entire body spun as he was sent flying.
With a loud crash, he slammed into the Matou family’s large iron gate, producing a tremendous noise.
Only then did the people around them react.
“Tokiomi!”
“Teacher.”
“Dad!”
The first cry came from Zenjou Aoi.
The second came from the expressionless Kotomine Kirei.
The third came from Tohsaka Rin.
Although she resented her father’s lack of empathy, she still retained an instinctive respect for him.
“Your father is still alive.
I didn’t kill him.”
Broly explained this to the somewhat anxious Tohsaka Rin, then walked toward the man who had been sent flying into the iron gate.
“I sent her home so she could be happy.
But you drove her out of that home again.”
Broly pointed at young Sakura, who was watching from the side.
His tone became more and more furious.
“When an old bastard father does old bastard things, most of the time it means he needs a beating.
I will use my fists to make you understand who the real master of your house is.”
Broly was going to carry out what he had once said to young Sakura under the blanket.
He would use violence to let the girl go home.
He would beat her parents until they yielded.
Or, to put it more directly, he would help Matou Sakura seize back the home she had once had.
Tohsaka Tokiomi had been beaten senseless.
He had never expected Broly to attack so suddenly, nor had he expected the other party to move so quickly and strike with such force.
Although Broly had held back and had not blown his head apart with a single punch, the side of his face was still completely deformed.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, along with several broken teeth.
The pain made Tohsaka Tokiomi want to faint on the spot, but the pride of a magus forced him to struggle to remain conscious.
He raised his jeweled cane.
As magical energy surged within his body, a fireball shot from the ruby at the tip of the cane, flying straight toward the approaching boy.
Broly looked at the slowly approaching fireball and casually swatted it out.
This scene made the corners of the eyes of those nearby who understood magecraft twitch slightly.
Seeing that his fireball was useless, Tohsaka Tokiomi did not dare hesitate.
He quickly took out several high-quality gemstones from his coat and threw them in Broly’s direction.
The gem magecraft of the Tohsaka family was very special.
As long as they used gemstones of sufficiently high quality as auxiliary casting materials, they could greatly amplify the power of the magecraft they performed.
“Sixfold Shackles, Gravity Pressure!”
The magecraft Tohsaka Tokiomi now cast was related to gravity.
This type of magecraft could make those who stepped into the released area feel gravity multiplied several times over.
Originally, it would have produced only several times the normal gravity.
But with the support of several high-grade gemstones, it surged all the way to more than twenty times the gravity of the planet.
No human organs could endure an environment with more than twenty times Earth’s gravity.
Unless, of course, that person had originally lived in a gravitational environment even heavier than that.
Broly felt the change in gravity.
This sensation was almost like returning to Planet Vampa ahead of time.
Mm.
Planet Vegeta’s gravity was ten times that of Dragon Ball’s Earth, and Planet Vampa’s gravity was even stronger than Planet Vegeta’s.
Therefore, Broly showed no discomfort whatsoever.
Aside from glancing at the gemstones when they were thrown at him, he very easily passed through the gravity zone and arrived in front of Tohsaka Tokiomi.
“How is that possible?”
Tohsaka Tokiomi could not believe that his magecraft had no effect.
He stared wide-eyed at the boy.
“Are you ready for me to beat you up?”
Broly raised his little fist and asked seriously.
The beating that would follow was going to be very difficult.
He needed to control his excessively powerful strength so that he did not accidentally beat the old bastard father of the two girls to death.
“I…”
Before Tohsaka Tokiomi could reply, Broly started beating him.
His little fists moved extremely fast, like afterimages, lifting the man up from the ground with the force of his blows.
“Tokiomi!”
“Teacher.”
“Dad!”
Three cries rang out again.
Under the barrage of Broly’s little fists, Tohsaka Tokiomi’s eyes quickly began to roll back.
“Don’t just stand there shouting!
Hurry up and help your teacher!”
Zenjou Aoi was burning with anxiety and directly urged Kotomine Kirei beside her.
Kotomine Kirei: “…”
When he saw Tohsaka Tokiomi being beaten wildly, he appeared concerned on the surface, but unexpectedly, he felt a faint sense of pleasure in his heart.
Now that his teacher’s wife in name was urging him, he could only assume the posture of an honest disciple and rush over to help.
“Stop right there!
Bajiquan!”
Kotomine Kirei rushed into the range of the boy’s fist shadows and unleashed his Bajiquan against the attacking boy.
But in the next moment, his entire body was sent flying.
He rolled more than a dozen times along the street facing the Matou residence.
When he climbed back up, his right arm was visibly twisted and dislocated.
It was a severe fracture.
“What exactly is this monster?”
Cold sweat appeared on Kotomine Kirei’s forehead.
From the outside, the fists Broly was using to beat Tohsaka Tokiomi seemed merely fast, without much real destructive force.
But after actually touching them, Kotomine Kirei discovered that they were nothing less than a pair of iron fists filled with tremendous power.
If he had not withdrawn his strength quickly and had truly clashed fist against fist with the boy, both of his hands might have been destroyed.
“However, one thing is certain.
He is using controlled force to hit him.
Otherwise, Teacher Tokiomi would have long since been beaten into meat paste.”
Kotomine Kirei made his judgment.
He looked at the two people who had come with the boy, then looked back at Teacher Tokiomi, who was being beaten so badly that even his flailing movements resembled an elegant dance.
After thinking for only a moment, he gave up on the dangerous idea of taking the two people who had followed the boy as hostages to threaten him.
Just as Broly raised his fist, aiming at Tohsaka Tokiomi’s stomach and preparing to hit him a couple more times, a longsword suddenly shot in from the side.
Unlike Kotomine Kirei’s soft and powerless fist, this sword made Broly stop.
Broly turned his head and looked in the direction from which the longsword had flown.
Mr.
Gold’s figure appeared there.
“You have let me watch quite the amusing show.
However, Tohsaka Tokiomi is still my retainer in the end.
At times, a retainer’s dignity is also the dignity of his king.”
Gilgamesh spoke.
“Are you trying to say that even when beating a dog, one must look at its owner?”
This phrase surfaced in Broly’s mind, so he asked it directly.
“Even when beating a dog, one must look at its owner?”
Hearing this, Gilgamesh froze for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.
“That is right.
Exactly so.
Since you have amused me, stop now, and I will not bother arguing with a child like you.”
For Gilgamesh, seriously competing with a child was also somewhat beneath him.
If Tohsaka Tokiomi had not looked as if he were about to be beaten to death, he would not have intervened.
“You want to help him?”
Broly asked.
“You may think of it that way.”
The moment those words fell, the sound of chains rang out.
Broly’s body was bound in midair by the Chains of Heaven, and the little fist he had swung toward Gilgamesh was stopped only twenty centimeters away from Gilgamesh’s face.
Gilgamesh could feel the wind from the punch rushing against him.
“What an aggressive little brat.
The moment there is a disagreement, you attack this king.
But since you are still a child, I can forgive this offense against me just this once…”
Clatter—bang!
The Chains of Heaven were forcibly stretched out by a certain length.
A Noble Phantasm shield appeared in time in front of Gilgamesh.
The terrifying force sent the shield flying backward.
Gilgamesh raised a hand to block the shield flying toward him, but even as a demigod, he was pushed backward by the shield.
A cracking sound rang out.
The Noble Phantasm shield shattered, revealing Gilgamesh behind it.
Ignoring the chains binding his body, Broly rushed forward again and kicked down.
Rumble!
No one knew whether that was thunder from the sky or the sound of the ground being smashed apart.
Where Gilgamesh had originally stood, a crater resembling a meteor impact appeared.
Broly stood inside the pit.
He grabbed the chains binding his hands and feet, exerted force, and easily tore them apart.
“It seems I cannot treat you as a simple child.
Instead, I must regard you as an extremely ferocious beast.”
Standing on a streetlamp, Gilgamesh’s expression became serious.
His casual clothing transformed into golden armor.
Broly’s two attacks had made him realize that the boy’s strength was no simple matter.
If someone could not threaten his life, then he could treat them with leisure and ease.
But against a person who could threaten his life and easily tear apart the Chains of Heaven, if he still dared to be careless, then the clown would be none other than himself.
Ripples of the Gate of Babylon appeared behind Gilgamesh.
One Noble Phantasm after another emerged from within the ripples, all aimed at the boy below.
Broly frowned as he looked at him.
After confirming that this was someone he could hit with more strength, he launched another attack.
The streetlamp was snapped in two by his kick.
Gilgamesh leapt away from the streetlamp one step ahead of him, and the Noble Phantasms poured down together with the raindrops falling from the sky.
A thunderous roar rang out.
The street was bombarded into powder and shattered stone by the Noble Phantasms, while Broly charged straight through the rain of weapons.
One Noble Phantasm after another was casually swatted away or broken by him.
He rushed directly after Gilgamesh, who kept stepping on Noble Phantasms and leaping higher into the sky.
A monster.
This was a true monster.
Even when Noble Phantasms struck the boy’s body, as long as they were not swatted away or broken, they still could not cause him any effective damage at all.
At the same time, Gilgamesh sensed that Broly’s speed and strength were rapidly increasing.
It was as if the other party had not used his true strength at first and was only now beginning to bring it out.
Fortunately, this child’s movements were far too direct.
It was easy to predict his trajectory.
Although ordinary Noble Phantasms could not damage him, their impact could still somewhat hinder his speed.
As a shield blocked Broly’s line of sight, Broly punched it apart.
But behind the shattered shield, a massive warhammer that had already been prepared came smashing down.
Broly had not expected there to be a hammer behind it.
The giant warhammer struck him directly on the forehead, smashing his entire body from the sky back down to the ground.
Bang!
“That hurt~”
Holding his forehead, Broly rolled around inside the crater he had made.
Since he had truly not been prepared for that move, Broly had indeed been hurt by it.
If anyone else took that hit, even a magical beast would have been turned into meat paste.
But he only says it hurts…
That thought flashed through Gilgamesh’s mind like a retort.
Standing atop a Noble Phantasm in the sky, arms crossed, he gave an adult’s assessment of Broly’s pursuit just now.
“You possess considerable strength.
This, I must acknowledge.
However, your method of attack is far too straightforward.
You are like a wild beast, knowing only how to charge headfirst.
“And if that is the only way you know how to fight, then no matter how great your strength and speed may be, you will never touch even a single strand of this king’s hair!”
Gilgamesh gave his conclusion.
However, there were some things he did not say clearly.
Broly’s defensive power was simply absurd.
Even direct bombardment by Noble Phantasms could not break through his defense, which meant Gilgamesh also had no real way to deal with him.
“You’re cheating!
All you do is throw things!”
Broly was very angry.
Gilgamesh’s fighting style of throwing things was something he had never seen before.
In the past, whether hunting or sparring with his old bastard father, it had always been a clash of body against body.
There had never been anything like throwing objects.
“Hmph.
These Noble Phantasms are this king’s treasures.
This king throws his own treasures to attack and defend.
That is perfectly reasonable.
“Furthermore, this king has manifested as a Heroic Spirit of the Archer class.
What is wrong with fighting using ranged techniques?”
Gilgamesh retorted.
But this retort also proved one thing: he did not want to engage Broly in close combat.
What a joke.
Fighting in close quarters against this little monster of a child with that kind of body—would that not be courting death?
At this very moment, Gilgamesh had absolutely no desire to do anything that did not suit his present class.
He was an Archer.
And no matter how one explained it, an Archer was a ranged class!