bdsm-fiction Chapter 23 Archer is a ranged class!
Chapter 23 Archer is a ranged class!
Chapter 23 Archer is a ranged class!
Broly gently put the car down. Once you've done it before, you're more skilled. This time, Fujimura Taiga, who was riding in the flying car, wasn't startled again.
"Broly, what are you doing here, and with such a strange entrance?"
A group of three walked over, and Rin Tohsaka was the first to ask the boy a question.
"I've come to see you. I've noticed you're unhappy, and I want to know why."
Broly stated his purpose very frankly.
"us?"
Rin Tohsaka is very clever; she gleaned a piece of information from Broly's words.
"Do you know my sister?"
"Um."
Broly nodded.
"My esteemed gentleman, if I remember correctly, when we returned your daughter to your home last time, we were talking about the abuse she suffered in her adoptive family, weren't we?"
While Broly and Rin Tohsaka were talking, Taiga Fujimura also came up to Tokiomi Tohsaka in a menacing manner and asked the elegant man in the red suit in front of him in a somewhat unfriendly tone.
Upon arriving at the Matou residence and witnessing the handover of the child, and noticing the girl's decreased happiness level, Fujimura Taiga didn't need to say anything more; he immediately grasped the whole picture.
Although this interpretation may be somewhat flawed, the general direction is consistent: the man wants to send his daughter back to the family that abused her.
Tokiomi Tohsaka took a step back. The way the boy descended from the sky carrying the car made him realize that the two people who had brought his youngest daughter home were no ordinary people.
He cautiously took out his jeweled cane before replying, "The misunderstanding has been cleared up. My daughter was not mistreated in the Matou family. It's just that the Matou family was a bit strict with her magic training."
As a father, I still appreciate your concern for my daughter. However, I would also like to ask you, as outsiders, not to interfere in the family affairs of the Tohsaka and Matou families.
otherwise……"
Before Tokiomi Tohsaka could finish speaking, Broly appeared in front of him, his little fist landing directly on his cheek.
The elegant man's face visibly deformed and twisted as he spun and flew away.
With a loud crash, he slammed into the large iron gate of the Matou family's residence, making a huge noise that brought the surrounding people to their senses.
"Time!"
"teacher."
"dad!"
The first one was sent by Zenjou Aoi, the second by Kotomine Kirei with an expressionless face, and the third by Tohsaka Rin, who, despite complaining about her father's lack of empathy, still had a habitual respect for him.
"Your father is still alive; I didn't kill him."
Broly explained something to the somewhat anxious Rin Tohsaka, then walked towards the man who had crashed into the iron gate.
"I let her come home so she could be happy, but you kicked her out of the house again."
Broly pointed to the young Sakura watching them from the side, his tone growing increasingly angry.
"Old Deng's father does most of the things that Old Deng did, and he deserves a beating. I will use my fists to make you, you old Deng, understand who the real master of your house is."
Broly will put into practice what he said to young Sakura in bed: he will use violence to make the girl go home. He will beat her parents until they give in, or to put it more bluntly, he will help Matou Sakura take back the home she once had.
Tokiomi Tohsaka was stunned. He never expected Broly to make a sudden move, let alone that the opponent's speed and strength would be so great.
Although Broly held back and didn't smash his head in with a single punch, it still completely deformed Broly's profile, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood along with several broken teeth.
The pain made Tokiomi Tohsaka want to faint, but his pride as a magician kept him trying to stay conscious.
He raised his jeweled staff, and as his magic was activated, a fireball was launched from the ruby tip of the staff, shooting directly at the approaching boy.
Broly watched the fireball slowly flying towards him and casually swatted it out, a sight that made those who knew magic twitch at the corners of their eyes.
Seeing that his fireball was ineffective, Tokiomi Tohsaka did not hesitate and quickly took out several high-quality gems from his pocket and threw them in Broly's direction.
The Tohsaka family's gem magic is unique; as long as they have high-quality gems as auxiliary casting materials, they can greatly enhance the power of the magic they cast.
"The Six-Shackle Technique, Heavy Pressure!"
The magic that Tokiomi Tohsaka is currently performing is related to gravity. This magic allows anyone who enters the released area to feel multiple times the amount of gravity.
What was originally a few times the gravity, with the aid of several high-grade gems, surged to more than twenty times the planetary gravity.
Humans may be strong on the outside, but their internal organs are fragile. No human organ can withstand an environment with more than twenty times the gravity of the earth, unless that person originally lived in a gravity environment that was even heavier than twenty times the gravity of the earth.
Broly sensed the change in gravity, a feeling akin to being back on Planet Wampa ahead of time.
Yes, the gravity on Planet Vegeta is ten times that of Earth in Dragon Ball, and the gravity on Planet Wampa is even stronger than that on Planet Vegeta.
Therefore, Broly showed no signs of discomfort. He glanced at the gem when it was thrown at him, and then easily passed through the gravity zone to stand in front of Tokiomi Tohsaka.
"How is that possible?"
Tokiomi Tohsaka couldn't believe his magic had failed, and stared wide-eyed at the boy.
"Are you ready to get beaten up?"
Broly raised his little fist and asked seriously, "The upcoming fight will be very difficult. I need to control my overwhelming strength so as not to kill the old man who is in front of the two girls."
"I……"
Before Tokiomi Tohsaka could reply, Broly started punching. His small fists were incredibly fast, like afterimages, knocking people up from the ground.
"Time!"
"teacher."
"dad!"
Three more calls rang out, and Tokiomi Tohsaka's eyes rolled back rapidly as Broly's small fists pounded into them.
"Stop yelling, go help your teacher!"
Zenjou Aoi was extremely anxious and urged Kotomine Kirei, who was standing next to her, to speak.
Kirei Kotomine: "..."
When he saw Tokiomi Tohsaka being brutally beaten, he appeared concerned on the surface, but unexpectedly felt a sense of pleasure inside.
Urged on by his nominal master's wife, he had no choice but to act as an honest disciple and rush over to help.
"Stop right there! Eight Extremes Collapse!"
Kirei Kotomine moved closer to the range of the boy's fist shadow and used his own Bajiquan fist technique on the attacking boy.
But the next moment, he was sent flying and rolled more than a dozen times on the street in front of the Matou family's house.
After getting up, his right arm was twisted and dislocated, indicating a severe fracture.
"What kind of monster is this?"
Kirei Kotomine broke out in a cold sweat. Broly's punch to Tokiomi Tohsaka, on the surface, seemed to be just fast, but didn't seem to do any real damage.
But after actually touching it, Kirei Kotomine realized that it was simply a pair of iron fists with immense power. If he hadn't pulled back his strength quickly and hadn't actually used his fists to meet the opponent's fists head-on, he might have lost both of his hands.
"However, one thing is certain: he used skillful force when he hit, otherwise Teacher Shichen would have been turned into mincemeat long ago."
Kirei Kotomine made his judgment. He glanced at the other two who had come with the boy, and then at Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was being beaten but was still making elegant dance moves.
After a moment's thought, he abandoned the dangerous idea of using the two people who had followed him as hostages to threaten the boy.
Just as Broly raised his fist, aiming at Tokiomi Tohsaka's stomach, preparing to deliver two more blows, a longsword suddenly flew from the side.
Unlike Kirei Kotomine's weak and feeble fist, this sword made Broly stop.
Broly turned his head to look in the direction from which the longsword had flown, and Mr. Kim's figure came into view.
"You've given me quite a show, but Tokiomi Tohsaka is still my subject. Sometimes, a subject's dignity is also a king's face."
Gilgamesh spoke.
"Are you saying that you have to consider the owner before you beat a dog?"
Broly recalled these words and asked them without hesitation.
"Should we consider the owner before beating a dog?"
Upon hearing this, Gilgamesh paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"That's right, that's it. Since you made me laugh, I'll stop now and I won't hold it against you, kid."
It would be beneath Gilgamesh to argue with a child, and he wouldn't have made a move if Tokiomi Tohsaka hadn't looked like he was about to be beaten to death.
"You want to help him?"
Broly asked.
"You can think of it that way."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of chains rang out. Broly's body was bound in mid-air by the Chains of Heaven, and his small fist, which he was swinging at Gilgamesh, was stopped twenty centimeters away from Gilgamesh's face. Gilgamesh could feel a gust of wind coming towards him.
"You're quite the aggressive brat, attacking me without a second thought. But considering you're still a child, I can forgive your offense this time..."
"Crash! Bang!"
The chains of the Chains of Heaven were forcibly stretched, and a Noble Phantasm shield was placed in front of Gilgamesh in time.
Broly's fist struck the Noble Phantasm shield, creating a huge commotion upon impact, and the terrifying force sent the shield flying backward.
Gilgamesh raised his hand to block the incoming shield, but as a demigod, he was pushed backward by the shield.
A cracking sound rang out as the Noble Phantasm shield shattered, revealing Gilgamesh behind it. Broly ignored the chains binding him and charged forward again, kicking down once more.
"Boom!"
Whether it was the sound of thunder from the sky or the sound of the ground being kicked and shattered, a crater-like depression appeared where Gilgamesh had been standing.
Broly stood in the crater, grabbed the chains binding his hands and feet, and easily broke them.
"It seems that I can't treat you like a simple child, but rather like a ferocious beast."
On the streetlight, Gilgamesh's expression turned serious, and his casual clothes transformed into golden armor. Broly's two attacks made him realize that the boy's strength was not simple.
Those who cannot endanger one's life can be dealt with with ease, but if one dares to treat someone who can endanger one's life and easily break the chains of heaven lightly, then that person is the clown himself.
Ripples of the Gate of Babylon appeared behind Gilgamesh, and one after another Noble Phantasms emerged from the ripples, aimed at the boy below.
Broly frowned at him, confirming that this was someone he could hit with even more force, and launched another attack, kicking the street lamp in half with one kick.
Gilgamesh jumped off the lamppost a step ahead, and his Noble Phantasm poured down with the raindrops falling from the sky.
A deafening roar erupted as the streets were blasted into dust and rubble by the Noble Phantasms, while Broly rampaged through the rain of them.
He casually knocked away and destroyed one Noble Phantasm after another, and chased straight after Gilgamesh, who was constantly stomping on the Noble Phantasms and jumping into the sky.
Monster, this is a real monster. The Noble Phantasm hit the boy, but even if he wasn't knocked away or damaged, it couldn't cause any effective damage.
At the same time, Gilgamesh also sensed that Broly's speed and power were rapidly increasing, as if the opponent hadn't shown his true strength at first, but was only now beginning to unleash it.
Fortunately, this child's actions are too straightforward, making it easy to predict their trajectory. While ordinary Noble Phantasms cannot harm them, the impact can still slow them down.
As a shield obscured Broly's vision, he smashed it to pieces with a punch, and a massive, ready-to-go warhammer came crashing down from behind the shattered shield.
Broly, who hadn't expected the hammer to follow, was struck directly on the forehead by the giant warhammer and slammed back to the ground from the air.
"Bang!"
"Ouch~"
Broly rolled around in the dent he'd made, clutching his forehead. He was completely unprepared for this attack and was in real pain.
[If anyone else had taken that hit, even a magical beast, they would have been turned into mincemeat, but he only felt pain...]
The thought of complaining flashed through Gilgamesh's mind. Standing atop a Noble Phantasm, with his arms crossed in the sky, he gave an adult-like assessment of Broly's pursuit.
"You are very capable, and I must acknowledge that, but your attack method is too straightforward, like a wild beast that only knows how to charge headfirst."
"And if this is the only way you fight, no matter how strong or fast you are, you won't be able to touch me even a hair's breadth!"
Gilgamesh made a summary, but there were some things he didn't make clear. Broly's defense was too overpowered; even direct bombardment with his Noble Phantasm couldn't break through his defenses. He was also somewhat helpless against Broly.
"You're cheating! All you do is throw things away!"
Broly was furious. Gilgamesh's fighting style, which involved throwing things, was something he had never seen before.
In the past, whether it was hunting or sparring with Old Deng's father, it was all physical confrontation, and there was never any situation where anything was lost.
"Hmph, these Noble Phantasms are my treasures. It's perfectly reasonable for me to use them for attack and defense. Besides, I am a Heroic Spirit manifested in the world as an Archer. What's wrong with using ranged attacks in battle?"
Gilgamesh retorted, but this retort also proved one thing: he did not want to fight Broly in close combat.
Are you kidding me? Fighting this little guy, whose body is like a monster, in close combat would be suicide.
At this moment, Gilgamesh had absolutely no desire to do anything that was inconsistent with his current class.
He is an archer, and archers, no matter how you look at it, are a ranged class!
(End of this chapter)