Chapter 23

Broly gently set the car down; once was unfamiliar, twice was familiar — this time, Fujimura Taiga riding the Vimana didn't end up scared again.

"Broly, how did you come to be here, and with such a strange entrance at that?"

The three of them walked over, and Rin Tohsaka was the first to ask the boy.

"I came to find you all. I discovered you are unhappy, and I want to know the reason."

Broly stated his purpose very directly.

"Us?"

Rin Tohsaka was very smart; she gleaned a piece of information from Broly's words.

"You know my younger sister?"

"Mm."

Broly nodded.

"This elegant gentleman, if I recall correctly, last time when we sent your daughter back to your home, we spoke of her suffering abuse in the family she was adopted into, correct?"

While Broly and Rin Tohsaka spoke, Fujimura Taiga also came aggressively before Tohsaka Tokiomi, asking the elegant man in the red suit before her in a rather unkind tone.

Having come to the Matou household and witnessed the scene of the child's handover, connecting it to the girl's lowered Happiness Value, Fujimura Taiga daydreamed the whole truth of the event without needing anything more said.

Although this daydreaming had deviations, the general direction was consistent: this man intended to send his daughter back again to that family that abused her.

Tohsaka Tokiomi took a step back; the boy's entrance carrying a car falling from the sky made him realize the fact that the two who once brought his younger daughter home were no ordinary people.

He cautiously took out his Gem Staff, and only then replied: "The misunderstanding has been cleared up. My daughter has not suffered any abuse in the Matou household; it's just that the Matou Family's magecraft training for her is a bit stricter.

But as a father, I still thank you for your concern for my daughter. However, I must also ask you, as outsiders, not to lightly interfere in the domestic affairs of our Tohsaka Family and Matou Family.

Otherwise..."

Tohsaka Tokiomi's words were unfinished when Broly appeared before him, a small fist directly imprinting on his side face.

This elegant man's face deformed and twisted in a manner visible to the naked eye, his whole person rotating as he flew out.

*Clang*— the whole person smashed onto the Matou Family's large iron gate with a huge commotion; only then did the surrounding people react.

"Tokiomi!"

"Teacher."

"Father!"

The first was from Aoi Zenjou, the second from the expressionless Kirei Kotomine, the third from Rin Tohsaka; although she complained of her father's lack of human feeling, she still held habitual reverence for her father.

"Your father is still alive; I didn't kill him."

Broly explained one sentence to the somewhat anxious Rin Tohsaka, then walked toward the man smashed onto the iron gate.

"I let her return home so she could gain happiness, but you drove her out of the house again."

Broly pointed at Young Sakura watching from the side, his tone growing increasingly angry.

"A scummy father doing scummy things mostly deserves a beating; I will use my fists to make you, this scumbag, understand who is the true master of your house."

Broly would put into practice the words he and Young Sakura spoke in the quilt before: to use violence to make the girl return home, beating her parents into submission, or more bluntly, helping Matou Sakura snatch back that home of the past.

Tohsaka Tokiomi was beaten dazed; he completely hadn't expected Broly to suddenly attack, let alone that the opponent's attack speed would be that fast and the strength that great.

Although Broly held back, not exploding his head with one punch, it still left his side face completely deformed, spitting out a mouthful of blood with several broken teeth.

Pain made Tohsaka Tokiomi want to faint directly, but a magecraft practitioner's pride made him struggle to maintain consciousness.

He raised his Gem Staff; as the Magic Power inside his body was mobilized, a fireball was fired from the red gem at the staff's tip, shooting directly at the approaching boy.

Broly looked at the slow-flying fireball and casually swatted the thing out; this scene made the people beside him who knew magecraft twitch their eye corners.

Seeing his fireball useless, Tohsaka Tokiomi didn't dare hesitate, rapidly taking out several high-grade gems from his bosom and throwing them toward Broly's direction.

The Tohsaka Family's Jewel Magecraft is very special; as long as there are gems of sufficiently high quality as assist casting materials, they can greatly enhance the power of the magecraft they themselves cast.

"Sixfold Restraint Technique, Heavy Pressure!"

The magecraft Tohsaka Tokiomi now cast relates to gravity; this magecraft can make people who step into the released area feel multiple times the gravity.

And what was originally several times gravity, under the assist of several high-grade gems, surged to over twenty times planetary gravity degree.

A person's exterior may be strong, but internal organs are fragile; no one's organs can endure an environment of over twenty times Earth gravity, unless that person originally lived in a gravity environment even heavier than over twenty times Earth gravity.

The change in gravity environment, Broly felt it; this feeling was just like returning to Planet Nappa ahead of time.

Mm, Planet Vegeta's gravity is ten times Dragon Ball Earth's; Planet Nappa's gravity is even stronger than Planet Vegeta's.

So, Broly showed not the slightest discomfort; aside from glancing once when the opponent threw gems, he very easily passed through the gravity zone and arrived before Tohsaka Tokiomi.

"How is that possible?"

Tohsaka Tokiomi couldn't believe his magecraft would have no effect, staring wide-eyed at the boy.

"Are you prepared to be beaten by me?"

Broly raised his small fist and asked seriously; the ensuing beating would be very difficult, he needed to control his own overly powerful strength to avoid beating the two girls' scummy father to death.

"I..."

Tohsaka Tokiomi hadn't yet replied when Broly started the beating; small fists very fast, like afterimages, knocking the man up from the ground.

"Tokiomi!"

"Teacher."

"Father!"

Three calls again; Tohsaka Tokiomi's eyes rapidly rolled back under Broly's small fist pummeling.

"Don't just shout, hurry up and go help your teacher!"

Aoi Zenjou was frantic with worry, directly urging Kirei Kotomine beside her.

Kirei Kotomine: "..."

When seeing Tohsaka Tokiomi being wildly beaten, he appeared concerned on the surface, but unexpectedly felt some pleasure in his heart.

At this moment, urged by his nominal teacher's wife, he could only put on the posture of an honest disciple and rush over to help.

"Stop it, Eightfold Blessing!"

Kirei Kotomine closed in on the range of the boy's fist shadows and unleashed his own Bajiquan fist technique against the attacking boy. But the next moment, his whole body flew out, rolling over a dozen times on the street facing the Matou Family's front door.

After climbing up, his right arm directly presented a twisted, dislocated appearance — it was a severe fracture.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Cold sweat broke out on Kirei Kotomine's forehead. Broly's fists pummeling Tohsaka Tokiomi, from the surface, seemed merely fast, but didn't look like they did much harm.

But upon actual contact, Kirei Kotomine discovered they were simply a pair of iron fists possessing tremendous power. If he hadn't pulled his force quickly, if he had truly used his fists to clash head-on with the other's fists, perhaps his own pair of hands would be gone.

"However, what can be determined is that he's using clever strength to strike; otherwise, Teacher Tokiomi would have been beaten into meat paste long ago."

Kirei Kotomine made his judgment. He looked at the other two who had come with the boy, then looked at Teacher Tohsaka Tokiomi, who was being beaten into elegant dance postures over there.

Just thinking for a moment, he gave up the dangerous idea of using the two who came along as hostages to threaten that boy.

Just as Broly swung his fist, aiming at Tohsaka Tokiomi's belly, preparing to deliver another two blows, a long sword suddenly shot over from the side.

Unlike Kirei Kotomine's soft, powerless fists, this sword made Broly stop his hand.

Broly turned his head to look in the direction the long sword flew from, and the figure of the Golden Man manifested.

"You let me watch a good show, but Tohsaka Tokiomi is ultimately my subordinate; sometimes a subordinate's dignity is also the King's face."

Gilgamesh spoke.

"Are you saying even beating a dog requires looking at its master?"

This line surfaced in Broly's mind, and he asked it along the flow.

"Beating a dog requires looking at its master?"

Hearing this, Gilgamesh froze for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.

"Exactly. For the sake of you amusing me, stop now, and I won't bother settling accounts with you, this child."

Contending with a child is also somewhat beneath Gilgamesh's dignity; if it weren't for Tohsaka Tokiomi looking like he was about to be beaten to death, he wouldn't have made a move.

"You want to help him?"

Broly asked.

"You can think of it that way."

As the words fell, the sound of chains rang out. Broly's body was bound in midair by the Chain of Heaven, and the small fist he swung toward Gilgamesh was also stopped twenty centimeters from Gilgamesh's face. Gilgamesh could feel a fist wind rushing at his face.

"Truly a child with strong offense. Without a word, he attacks this King. But seeing as you're still a child, this King can forgive this offense of yours against me..."

"Clatter, bang!"

The Chain of Heaven's chains were forcibly pulled out to some length. A Noble Phantasm shield blocked in front of Gilgamesh just in time.

Broly's fist struck the Noble Phantasm shield. The collision emitted a huge commotion. Terrifying force sent the shield flying backward.

Gilgamesh raised his hand to block the flying shield, but as a demigod, he was pushed backward by the shield.

A cracking sound rang out. The Noble Phantasm shield shattered, revealing Gilgamesh behind it. Broly ignored the chains binding his body and charged again, delivering a kick.

"Boom—!"

Whether it was thunder from the sky or the sound of the ground being smashed, a meteor-crater-like depression appeared where Gilgamesh had been standing.

Broly stood in the depression, grabbed the chains binding his hands and feet, and exerted force. He very easily tore this thing apart.

"It seems you cannot be treated as a mere child, but must be treated as an incomparably ferocious beast."

On the streetlight, Gilgamesh's complexion turned serious. His usual clothes transformed into golden battle armor. Broly's two attacks made him realize the boy's strength was not simple.

Those that cannot threaten life can be dealt with leisurely, but a guy who can threaten life and easily tear apart the Chain of Heaven — if he dares to treat him lightly again, the clown would be himself.

Ripples of the Gate of Babylon emerged behind Gilgamesh. One Noble Phantasm after another emerged from the ripples, aiming at the boy below.

Broly frowned at him. Confirming this was someone he could hit with even greater force, he launched an attack again. The streetlight was directly kicked apart by him with one foot.

Gilgamesh jumped off the streetlight a step ahead. Noble Phantasms poured down along with the raindrops falling from the sky.

Rumbling sounds rang out. The street was bombarded into dust and rubble by Noble Phantasms, and Broly rampaged horizontally through the rain of Noble Phantasms.

One Noble Phantasm after another was casually knocked away or smashed by him. He charged straight at Gilgamesh, who kept stepping on Noble Phantasms and jumping toward the sky.

A monster. This is a true monster. Noble Phantasms bombarded the boy's body. Even if they weren't knocked away or smashed, they fundamentally couldn't inflict effective damage on him.

Simultaneously, Gilgamesh also sensed that Broly's speed and power were rapidly increasing. It was as if the other party hadn't brought out his true strength at the start, and only now began to bring it out.

Fortunately, this child's actions are too straightforward, making it very easy to predict his movement trajectory. Ordinary Noble Phantasms, though unable to harm him, can still use their impact force to hinder his speed a bit.

As a shield blocked Broly's vision, Broly shattered the shield with one punch. A giant war hammer, prepared in advance, smashed down from behind the shattered shield.

Broly, who hadn't anticipated a hammer behind it, took the giant war hammer squarely on the forehead. His whole body was smashed from midair back down to the ground.

"Bang!"

"Ow~"

Clutching his forehead, rolling in the smashed-out depression, Broly, who had absolutely not guarded against this move, counted as being beaten painfully.

【If it were anyone else taking this hit, even a magic beast would turn into meat paste, but he's just in pain...】

A complaining thought flashed through his mind. Gilgamesh stood atop a Noble Phantasm, maintaining a crossed-arms posture in the sky, and gave a grown-up's evaluation of Broly's pursuit just now.

"You have great strength. This point, this King must acknowledge. But your attack method is too straight, just like a wild beast, only knowing how to charge headlong with head down.

And if you only know how to fight this way, no matter how strong your power and speed, you won't be able to touch a single hair on this King!"

Gilgamesh made a summary, but there were some things he didn't make clear: that Broly's defense is too heaven-defying. Even direct Noble Phantasm bombardment can't break his defense. He also has some helplessness against Broly.

"You're cheating. You only know how to throw things!"

Broly was very angry. Gilgamesh's fighting style of throwing things was a battle method he had never seen before.

Before, whether hunting or sparring with that old man father, it was all flesh against flesh confrontation. There was fundamentally no situation of throwing things.

"Hmph. These Noble Phantasms are this King's treasures. This King throwing this King's treasures to conduct attack and defense is perfectly reasonable. Moreover, this King is still an English Heroic Spirit manifested in the Archer class. What's wrong with fighting with long-range tricks?"

Gilgamesh retorted a sentence, but this retort also proved one thing: that he does not want to engage in close combat with Broly.

Joking. Close combat with this little guy whose body is like a monster — wouldn't that be courting death? At this very moment, Gilgamesh completely does not want to do anything that doesn't conform to his current manifested class.

He is an Archer; no matter how broken Archers are, they're still a Long Range class! (Chapter End)