The more Broly thought about it, the angrier he became.
Why was the other guy allowed to throw things, while he—
“Eh?!”
A flash of inspiration suddenly lit up inside his little head.
Broly abruptly realized that he could throw things too.
Raising his little hand, he aimed at the blond man in the sky and gathered his ki.
What is he doing?
Gilgamesh had just formed that question in his mind when he suddenly felt a chill of danger.
He moved his feet and hurriedly left his original position.
In the next instant, an energy blast swept through the place where he had just been standing.
The Noble Phantasm he had been using as a foothold was instantly vaporized.
Gilgamesh: “?!”
He immediately looked down.
Broly blinked, as if he had discovered a brand-new world.
He raised his other little hand, just as he happened to look upward as well.
Their gazes met.
Broly gave Gilgamesh an innocent smile that seemed to say, Now it’s my turn to throw things at you.
Both of his little hands began glowing green.
Bang, bang, bang, bang…
A series of explosions rang out amid the sound of the pouring rain.
Water vapor evaporated into the air, forming a thick mist.
And this world seemed to follow the law that where there was smoke, there was no damage.
From within the mist, a golden-green aircraft suddenly shot out.
Gilgamesh stood atop the aircraft.
If he had not reacted quickly enough just now and summoned a pile of defensive Noble Phantasms to block the attacks, he would have been blown to death by the energy blasts the boy had thrown at him.
Although he had not been killed, he now looked somewhat disheveled.
He no longer maintained his kingly posture with his arms crossed.
The magical barrier that had originally shielded him from the rain had vanished, and his head and face were soaked with rainwater.
Worse still, that monster child had taken flight again.
With green light gathering in his hands, Broly chased after him.
Just as Gilgamesh had thrown Noble Phantasms at him earlier, the boy was now throwing one terrifying energy ball after another at Gilgamesh.
The difference was that the Noble Phantasms Gilgamesh had thrown earlier could not break through the boy’s defense at all.
But the energy blasts the boy was throwing now would finish Gilgamesh if several of them struck him head-on.
Behind Vimana, a series of green lights flashed.
Terrifying explosions scattered masses of rainwater one after another.
Below them, everyone who had noticed this battle was somewhat stunned.
Fortunately, the heavy rain concealed most of the commotion.
Also, the internet had not yet become widespread in this world.
Otherwise, with the spectacular explosions currently taking place in the sky, this scene would certainly have become known among ordinary people in a very short time.
Vimana climbed higher.
Gilgamesh controlled the aircraft and rushed into the thunderclouds.
After entering the clouds, flashes of natural lightning occasionally streaked around them, while the energy cannons from behind continued chasing and bombarding him.
Vimana possesses lightning protection!
Gilgamesh thought this and looked behind him.
At just that moment, a bolt of lightning struck toward Broly.
The lightning was extremely fast.
Broly failed to dodge and was hit directly.
Smoke rose from all over his body, and he fell downward.
“Though he is a monster, the power of nature is still greater.”
Gilgamesh sighed with emotion.
Once upon a time, he too had resisted the natural laws of birth, aging, sickness, and death.
In the end, he had failed.
But just as he finished sighing, there was a bang, and another energy blast came exploding toward him.
When he looked back, the boy who had just fallen while smoking was now lively and full of energy again, chasing after him.
Broly’s body was tingling from the electricity, but he had not suffered any real harm.
Seeing this, Gilgamesh felt grass growing in his heart, but the situation left him with no time to say anything.
He could only continue leading the boy toward areas where the thunderclouds were denser.
Lightning soon appeared again, attracted by the residual electric charge on Broly’s body.
But this time, the thunderbolt failed to paralyze Broly.
A green energy barrier had already been raised around him in advance.
Carrying the lightning of nature against his body, Broly continued chasing the aircraft ahead.
“Did the Age of Gods, which ended long ago, leave something behind in this world?”
That was the question Gilgamesh very much wanted to ask.
Only those terrifying beings who had existed in the Age of Gods could possibly possess the power to resist the forces of nature.
Of course, lightning alone was not the strongest force of nature, but being able to withstand it head-on with one’s body was still enough to shock anyone.
The chase and bombardment continued.
As Broly grew more and more accustomed to long-range aerial combat, the pressure Gilgamesh felt became greater and greater.
Tohsaka Tokiomi was an excellent magus, but in the midst of recklessly firing Noble Phantasms and driving Vimana to its limits while kiting a Saiyan, his magical energy was already beginning to prove insufficient.
By the time the aerial game of dodgeball and hide-and-seek had gone on for half an hour, Gilgamesh had no choice but to take out mana-restoring potions from his treasury and drink them.
By the time an hour had passed, the torrential rain had gradually weakened, and lightning was no longer appearing much.
Vimana had been forced by Broly up to an altitude of ten thousand meters.
“Wait.”
Just as Broly was preparing to continue bombarding the aircraft with energy blasts, Gilgamesh suddenly called for a stop.
If it had been any other opponent, they certainly would not have stopped at a time like this.
But Broly was different.
He was somewhat curious about what the other party wanted to say, and he really did stop.
“If we continue fighting like this, we will only waste each other’s time.
How about we decide the outcome with a single move?”
Gilgamesh proposed.
Most of his magical energy had been spent on flying.
He was almost out of mana from flying, yet the monster boy opposite him still looked vigorous and full of life.
If he continued being chased, defeat would only be a matter of time.
Rather than allow that, it would be better to decide victory or defeat with his strongest move.
“Okay.”
Broly thought for only a moment before agreeing.
His time was also tight.
Since the other party was willing to settle everything in one move, that suited him perfectly.
“Let me state this first.
Neither of us is allowed to launch a sneak attack before the other has activated their strongest move.
And after our strongest moves are released, neither of us may dodge the other’s strongest attack.
Can you accept those conditions?”
“I can.”
“Good.
Then it is settled.”
Seeing Broly agree, Gilgamesh felt somewhat relieved.
His strongest move lay with his Sword of Rupture, Ea.
However, to unleash an attack powerful enough to break through this monster boy’s defense, Ea needed a long time to absorb magical energy before being released.
But the boy had been pursuing him too closely and moving too quickly.
Just now, Gilgamesh had been constantly chased, so even if he had taken out Ea, he would not have had time to charge it.
Even if he could barely succeed in charging it, with the other party’s speed, Ea might not necessarily hit.
That was why Gilgamesh had not drawn Ea all this time.
Only now, after being nearly forced into a dead end, had he suddenly called for a stop and proposed a one-move duel.
Honestly speaking, using such a method against a child, even if that child was a genuine monster, was somewhat despicable.
But intelligence was also part of strength.
If the other party agreed, then it could only be said that he was young, simple, and inexperienced.
Gilgamesh could not be blamed for that.
The Sword of Rupture fell into his hand.
Gilgamesh began using it to absorb magical energy from the atmosphere.
Meanwhile, far below, Tohsaka Tokiomi had long since awakened.
His body was covered in wounds.
After waking up, he had been told that his Servant had already taken the fight with that monster boy into the sky.
“Tokiomi!”
“King of Heroes, have you obtained victory?”
“Not yet.
He is a formidable enemy.
I have made an agreement with him to decide the outcome in a single move.”
Gilgamesh did not mention the fact that he had been pushed to the brink.
“Use all the Command Spells on your hand.
I need a massive amount of magical energy to release my Ea.”
“Ah, this…”
Tohsaka Tokiomi froze slightly.
If he used up all his Command Spells, would he still count as a Master?
“Stop obsessing over that worthless cup.
If the fellow before me is not dealt with, you may not even survive.”
Gilgamesh saw through his Master’s thoughts and snorted coldly.
“…”
Feeling the pain all over his body, as if he had fallen apart, Tohsaka Tokiomi made his decision.
“In the name of my Command Spell, great King of Heroes, please defeat the enemy before you.”
With his somewhat leaky mouth, Tohsaka Tokiomi repeated those words twice.
The two Command Spells on his hand disappeared along with them, transforming into an enormous amount of magical energy that surged through the contract toward the Heroic Spirit on the other end.
An altitude of ten thousand meters belonged to the stratosphere.
The airflow here was originally stable, but as the blade of Ea in Gilgamesh’s hand began to rotate, it gradually became unstable.
The magical energy supplied by the Command Spells was still not enough.
Gilgamesh used that portion of magical energy to draw upon the magical energy of the entire city of Fuyuki, causing all the free-floating mana in the atmosphere to converge upon his Ea.
The result was that even the dark clouds in the troposphere below, which had not yet dispersed, began to rotate.
The affected range was enormous.
…
“An abnormal weather phenomenon has appeared over the coastal Kansai region of Japan…”
Weather satellites from various countries orbiting the planet detected the unusual meteorological change.
“Director, something major has happened.”
At the United States Special Investigation Bureau, following a subordinate’s report, footage captured by a spy satellite from high above Fuyuki City was projected onto the screen.
“OMG.
Is this something a human can do?”
Looking at the two figures at the center of the abnormal weather phenomenon—especially the terrifying scene of Gilgamesh’s Sword of Rupture affecting the weather—the staff members of the Investigation Bureau cried out in shock.
“That probably isn’t a human.
It should be a Heroic Spirit.
According to intelligence reports, three prestigious families from the magecraft world are holding a secret ritual called the Holy Grail ritual in that location.”
“Are you kidding me?
This is supposed to be a secret ritual?”
“Uh…”
The intelligence officer who had mentioned the Holy Grail ritual was left speechless.
The disturbance in Fuyuki City was so massive that any country with weather satellites had probably already noticed it.
…
“Hurry, get on the chariot.”
“What’s wrong, Rider?”
Waver still had not figured out what was happening when the large man suddenly hoisted him onto the ox-cart.
“We’re making a strategic retreat.”
Iskandar explained.
“Eh?
Why?”
“See those clouds above us?
Can you feel the magical energy in the atmosphere gathering upward?”
Iskandar pointed at the hole appearing overhead and asked.
Waver nodded, but he still did not understand why they had to run.
“That’s probably the King of Heroes up there getting serious.
And if he really uses his strongest Noble Phantasm and brings it down with the scale he’s creating right now, this city might be destroyed.
If we don’t get far away now, I’m afraid we won’t get another chance.”
“Wait, you’re saying Archer is the one causing this?”
Waver widened his eyes.
“Of course.
I remember his aura.
Hold on tight!
Hyah!”
The ox-cart started moving, kicking up a trail of dust as it rushed away from Fuyuki City.
…
“Do you not need to prepare?”
Once the magical energy had almost finished gathering, Gilgamesh looked at Broly, who was doing nothing on his left side and merely floating blankly in the sky, and could not help asking.
What am I supposed to do?
Broly was somewhat confused.
But then he suddenly realized something and immediately flew from Gilgamesh’s left side to his right side.
“What are you doing?”
Gilgamesh frowned and asked.
“Since ancient times, the one on the left loses in beam struggles.
So I’m standing on the right.”
Broly gave a serious reply.
Gilgamesh: “…”
That answer left him at a loss for words.
“Are you not going to prepare your strongest move?”
He asked.
“I already prepared it.
Look.”
Broly opened his right hand, revealing a tiny energy sphere that looked like a glass marble.
He did not know what his strongest technique was.
But he knew that compressing ki could create a more powerful energy blast.
And this dark-green energy ball, only the size of a glass bead, was the absolute limit of how much ki he could compress with his current control.
Gilgamesh: “…”
Although it was not good to judge an energy blast capable of exploding by appearance alone, at that moment, the King of Heroes still felt that victory was already within his grasp.
No, rather, he felt that the victory would be somewhat unfair.
Just look at the massive phenomenon created by the magical energy gathered on his side, then look at the tiny glass bead the other side had silently produced.
“Are you certain you do not want to prepare a bit more?”
“I can’t compress any more ki into it.
If I do, it’ll explode.”
“Very well.
Then are you ready?”
“I’m ready.”
“I speak of the beginning, when heaven and earth were split apart, when even the void offered its blessing.
Sword of Rupture, which tears the world asunder—this time, your enemy is only one, but he is a worthy foe strong enough for you to be released against…”
Immense magical energy gathered upon Ea.
Reddish-brown lightning raged violently.
“Your name is Broly, correct?”
“Mm.”
“Broly, here I come.”
As Gilgamesh launched his strongest attack, he even gave a special warning.
Only then did he point Ea at him.
“Enuma Elish!”
Terrifying reddish-brown energy poured out violently from the Sword of Rupture.
In response, Broly merely threw the compressed energy blast in his hand.
The instant energy met energy, the glass-marble-sized compressed energy ball began to expand.
In the blink of an eye, the ferocious reddish-brown energy blasting toward him was swallowed by the expanding compressed energy sphere.
Gilgamesh’s eyes widened.
The thought [Could it be that the left side really loses in beam struggles?] surfaced in his mind, and then his body was destroyed by the overwhelming energy.
Broly’s compressed energy blast did not lose momentum.
It directly gave the Earth of the Type-Moon world a beautiful middle parting before continuing toward the universe.
Before truly flying far away, it grazed past the moon of the Type-Moon world, conveniently taking away one-tenth of the celestial body.
A certain princess sleeping within Millennium Castle was immediately startled awake.
She came to the window and looked up at the moon, which now had a small chunk missing from it, and felt a wave of lingering fear.
After all, her true body had nearly disappeared.
…
“Gurgle…”
Now that the fight was over, Broly’s stomach was hungry.
He had condensed an excessive amount of ki and used up quite a bit of stamina.
Floating down from the sky, Broly’s clothes were in tatters, but no one dared to look down on him.
Eating could wait.
Someone else’s old bastard father still had not finished being educated.
Raising his little fist, Broly stormed toward Tohsaka Tokiomi with great momentum.
“No, don’t come any closer!”
It was a pure lesson in violence.
The heavily injured Tohsaka Tokiomi was beaten again.
Under Broly’s magnificent violent persuasion, the matter of the adopted daughter came to nothing.
Of course, the more important reason was that his Servant was gone.
Tohsaka Tokiomi had essentially withdrawn from this Holy Grail War.
Under such circumstances, if he still sent his daughter away to someone else, it would mean he had gone insane.
Matou Zouken still had some thoughts, but when Broly’s unfriendly gaze turned toward him, he hurriedly put on a flattering smile and offered young Sakura up with both hands.
What a joke.
Who would make an enemy of such a terrifying monster for the sake of one talented child?
Did he think his life was too long?
The sky after the rain was beautiful.
Standing beneath the sunlight, slightly refracted by the lingering water vapor, Broly said to young Sakura:
“I helped you take your home back.
You can go home now.”
Young Sakura stared blankly at him.
Her Happiness Value soared.
Finally, she could no longer hold back.
She threw herself toward Broly, wrapped her arms around the boy’s neck, and cried as she said,
“Big Brother Broly, I don’t want to go home.
That isn’t my home.
I want to go home with you.”