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Half an hour later, the awards ceremony officially began.
The organizers invited not only the champion team, but also many other teams that had participated in this KOF tournament. The Art of Fighting Team. The Fatal Fury Team. The new Women Fighters Team. The Psycho Soldier Team. And the teams of Kyo Kusanagi and Iori Yagami.
This surprised Emiya slightly.
He could understand why Kyo Kusanagi would attend. Kyo might be arrogant, but he wasn't the type to isolate himself completely.
But Iori Yagami?
Someone so defiant and self-centered actually showed up for an awards ceremony?
That was strange.
As Emiya was thinking, the host's voice rang out loudly through the microphone.
"Now, with our warmest applause, please welcome today's presenter!"
A woman in white slowly emerged from the crowd, holding a trophy as she walked toward the stage. She wore a white outfit and a white headband.
The attire was unmistakable.
"So it's you. Chizuru Kagura," Emiya murmured. "The Three Sacred Treasures are finally all here."
Chizuru Kagura stepped up to Emiya and handed him the trophy.
"Congratulations on becoming the champion of this year's KOF tournament."
Emiya accepted the trophy calmly.
"To be honest," he said, "your appearance gives me a bad feeling."
Chizuru paused.
"What kind of feeling?"
Emiya raised a finger and pointed upward.
"That kind."
Chizuru looked up sharply.
At the same instant, a violent whirlwind descended from the sky.
Along with the raging wind came a suppressed, furious laugh.
"I will personally test this so-called KOF champion and see what you're made of."
Emiya smiled faintly.
The moment he raised his head, an immense psychic force swept outward, forming a massive barrier that sealed off the entire stage.
The descending whirlwind slammed into the barrier and stopped dead, unable to advance even a single inch.
The clash of two completely different forces produced a deafening roar.
The atmosphere itself seemed to scream.
When the storm dispersed, a man in priestly robes hovered arrogantly in the air, looking down at everyone on the stage.
Goenitz.
Leader of the Four Heavenly Kings. The Wind of the Heavens.
Goenitz looked down at Emiya with interest.
"To block my attack so easily... I'll admit you're qualified to be champion. To think the Three Sacred Treasures of this era are inferior to you."
Chizuru Kagura's expression darkened.
She recognized this man.
The murderer of her sister.
Emiya spoke calmly, "I don't mind talking while looking up. But I really dislike being looked down on. So how about you come down, Mr. Goenitz?"
Goenitz smiled faintly.
He stepped onto an invisible stairway and descended from the sky, stopping directly in front of Emiya.
"Mature told me that if I wanted to resurrect my master, I'd better not conflict with you."
Emiya glanced sideways at Mature.
Mature smiled easily. "Boss, I didn't expose your identity. I just gave him a reminder. After all, we were comrades for thousands of years."
Emiya considered it briefly, then let it go.
She hadn't revealed anything important.
"You should've listened to her," Emiya said.
Goenitz replied calmly, "That's exactly why I want to know who you are. And why Mature would say such a thing... even betraying my master to follow you."
Chizuru stared at Emiya in disbelief.
A member of the Hakkesshu. A servant of Orochi for thousands of years.
And yet this man had taken her away.
Curiosity surged uncontrollably.
Emiya smiled.
"Have you ever heard a saying?"
"Please."
"A good bird chooses its tree. A wise man understands the times."
As leader of the Hakkesshu, Goenitz understood the implication immediately.
That was why he was shocked.
"Are you saying... you're stronger than my master?"
"One-on-one?" Emiya answered honestly. "No. But I have friends. A lot of them. Together, we're probably stronger. And my terms are good. That's why Mature and Vice chose me."
He paused.
"How about it? Interested? I can offer you better conditions than Orochi."
Goenitz hadn't expected to be poached himself.
"I'm not interested," he said flatly. "I have only one master."
"That's a pity."
Before Emiya finished speaking, CĂș Chulainn had already tightened his grip on his demonic spear.
"Master," he asked eagerly, "can I go?"
"Of course."
If Goenitz hadn't tested him earlier, Emiya wouldn't have bothered. But now, there was no need for restraint.
CĂș Chulainn laughed.
"That's great!"
In the next instant, his spear was already at Goenitz's throat.
Just as it was about to pierce his windpipe, an invisible wall of wind blocked it.
"That was dangerous," Goenitz said lightly. "As expected of a half-human, half-god monster."
Emiya wasn't surprised.
If Mature and Vice could tell, Goenitz certainly could.
And the fact that Goenitz chose to fight meant he wasn't afraid of CĂș Chulainn-or even Heracles.
After all, as the leader of the Hakkesshu, he wielded Orochi's power.
In a sense, he was also a half-god existence.
CĂș Chulainn grinned.
With a flick of his wrist, magical power exploded outward, tearing straight through the wind barrier.
The spear surged forward again.
But Goenitz was faster.
His body shimmered, splitting into afterimages as he evaded.
CĂș Chulainn stomped the ground and instantly caught up.
The two clashed.
Goenitz commanded raging winds as he fought CĂș Chulainn head-on.
Seeing an opening, Chizuru Kagura suddenly burst forward, ki surging as she appeared beside Goenitz.
She struck at his face.
This was for her sister.
Goenitz snorted.
He raised his hand, violent air currents condensing into an invincible blade.
"Get lost!"
CĂș Chulainn's spear intercepted the attack first.
At the same time, he grabbed Chizuru by the waist and threw her aside.
"Don't steal my prey!"
Chizuru stumbled several steps before regaining her footing, staring at CĂș Chulainn in shock.
The battle escalated.
This wasn't a match anymore.
The stage no longer mattered.
Goenitz summoned dozens of whirlwinds, crushing down from every direction.
The intersecting winds were powerful enough to shred flesh.
CĂș Chulainn reinforced his body with magic and tore straight through them.
"I'll admit you're strong," he laughed. "But you're not on the same level as that old hag!"
He had blocked attacks from ScĂĄthach before.
Compared to her, Goenitz wasn't enough.
Goenitz's expression turned cold.
The wind grew wilder. A mournful howl echoed within the storm.
Seeing this, Emiya immediately spoke.
"Chizuru. Evacuate the audience. If they go all out, people will die."
Chizuru clenched her teeth, swallowed her resentment, and moved.
Emiya turned to the other fighters.
"You all go too."
They nodded and acted immediately.
Most of the audience had already begun fleeing in panic. The fighters' role was now simply to prevent stampedes.
But not everyone obeyed.
One red-haired man remained still, staring at the battle, his body trembling as if suppressing something.
Emiya noticed him.
Iori Yagami.
This was the year he was supposed to awaken to Orochi's power.
The Riot of the Blood.
In the original timeline, this was when he killed Mature and Vice.
But now, that wouldn't be allowed.
Outside the ring, Goenitz unleashed Orochi's power fully.
The storm darkened the sky and devastated the ground.
The venue was ravaged.
And under the influence of that Orochi energy, Iori finally snapped.
He roared.
His eyes turned blood-red.
He attacked everyone around him indiscriminately.
The rampage began.
His power skyrocketed.
In an instant, he lunged toward Emiya, who still stood calmly on the stage.
Kin 1211 Shiki: Yata no Otome!
But before the attack could land-
Heracles stepped forward.
He clenched his fist and threw a single punch.
Iori twisted away, narrowly avoiding it.
His bloodshot eyes burned with madness as he wrapped his arms around Heracles's.
And then-
He unleashed Yata no Otome at point-blank range.
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