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Yata no Otome was the most cruel and brutal move Iori Yagami possessed.
In his berserk state, he unleashed it without restraint, a vicious killing aura erupting as if it wanted to drown everything in blood.
But Heracles merely swung his fists.
One punch after another landed squarely on Iori's claws, interrupting every motion and forcing the combo to break apart mid-flow.
Not a single strike reached Heracles.
The terrifying Yata no Otome was completely nullified.
Yet the berserk Iori ignored everything.
Driven purely by instinct, he forcibly initiated a second Yata no Otome, his body screaming for blood.
Before the technique could fully form, Heracles seized both of Iori's arms.
With a violent twist-
Both arms were crushed.
Iori let out a hoarse howl, like a wounded lone wolf.
Heracles released him.
Then he grabbed Iori by the head, lifted him effortlessly, and slammed him into the ground.
Thud.
The dull impact echoed.
The stage shook, and an invisible shockwave spread outward.
Even after suffering such a blow, Iori still struggled, his berserk body refusing to yield.
Heracles lifted him again.
And slammed him down a second time.
Thud.
The entire stage trembled.
Emiya was certain that a few more repetitions would completely shatter it.
Fortunately, even berserk Iori could not endure two such impacts.
His eyes rolled back, his body went limp, and he lost consciousness, finally snapping out of the berserk state.
Whether he would ever wake up again was uncertain.
Emiya shifted his gaze to the other battlefield.
CĂș Chulainn and Goenitz were locked in fierce combat.
Both were heavily wounded.
A deep gash cut across CĂș Chulainn's chest, blood soaking half his body, yet he clung to Goenitz relentlessly.
Goenitz's torso bore a bloodied hole, clearly pierced by the demonic spear.
But the wound was already healing.
This was the Heavenly King's Immortal Body.
As long as they were not killed instantly, the Hakkesshu could regenerate.
CĂș Chulainn's spear carried dense magical energy, slowing the healing.
But only slightly.
Goenitz's Orochi power steadily eroded that magic.
Within seconds, the wound closed, though his face grew visibly paler.
He raised his hand.
Raging winds condensed into two massive storms, one on each side, surging toward CĂș Chulainn.
CĂș Chulainn dodged both with ease and closed the distance again.
The two clashed once more at close range.
Seeing this, Emiya cast a healing spell.
White light wrapped around CĂș Chulainn, his wounds rapidly closing.
CĂș Chulainn laughed.
With a flick of his spear, countless afterimages erupted, locking onto Goenitz's vital points.
Goenitz's expression grew solemn.
The invisible wind intensified, wrapping tightly around his body and deflecting every strike.
His eyes widened.
Blades of wind appeared out of nowhere, surrounding CĂș Chulainn.
They fired simultaneously from every direction.
CĂș Chulainn spun his spear, his defense airtight, shattering every wind blade.
Goenitz knew then that prolonged combat would not favor him.
Using the wind slashes to pin CĂș Chulainn down, he shot upward, soaring into the air.
CĂș Chulainn couldn't fly.
That was the opening.
He reacted instantly.
A few rapid steps.
A heavy stomp.
He launched himself upward with explosive force.
But Goenitz waved his hand.
A raging gale smashed downward, forcing CĂș Chulainn back to the ground.
He landed with a thunderous impact, the earth beneath him collapsing.
Goenitz raised his hand.
A massive wind blade descended from the sky, screaming as it cut downward.
CĂș Chulainn raised his spear to block.
The pressure drove him halfway into the ground.
Cracks spread in every direction.
Emiya understood Goenitz's intent.
Kiting.
Exploiting the fact that CĂș Chulainn could not remain airborne.
CĂș Chulainn understood as well.
He exploded with magical power, blasting away the debris.
Standing in the crater, he raised his spear.
"GĂĄe Bolg."
He hurled it.
Swoosh.
The spear shattered the sound barrier.
A white sonic ring rippled outward, and the atmosphere twisted violently.
Goenitz layered wind barriers in front of himself.
Then froze.
The spear curved.
It pierced his heart from behind.
Cause and effect reversed.
The moment it was thrown, it had already hit.
There was no evasion.
Magical energy detonated inside Goenitz's body, shredding his internal organs.
Still, he did not die.
The Heavenly King's Immortal Body activated, repairing him from within.
CĂș Chulainn did not hesitate.
He recalled the spear, aimed, and threw again.
Swoosh.
This time, the spear shattered Goenitz's head.
Goenitz was not Orochi.
Immortality could not save him without a head.
The surrounding storms collapsed instantly.
Goenitz's body fell from the sky, smashing into the ground in a bloody ruin.
CĂș Chulainn laughed.
The fight had been exhilarating.
Goenitz had been his equal.
Once Goenitz abandoned close combat, CĂș Chulainn had been completely suppressed.
Without a Noble Phantasm that reversed cause and effect, victory would have been impossible.
A truly strong opponent.
And killing such an enemy with his own hands filled him with deep satisfaction.
Chizuru Kagura stood before Goenitz's corpse, dazed.
The man who killed her sister.
The leader of the Heavenly Kings.
Dead.
"A half-human, half-god monster... Who exactly is CĂș Chulainn? Is he truly the hero of Celtic myth?"
Emiya didn't dwell on it.
Goenitz's death marked the end of the events of '96.
Next year would bring Orochi's resurrection.
He had no intention of staying.
Before leaving, he sent everyone back.
Natsume first.
Then Haruhi Suzumiya and Yuki Nagato.
Illya, Medusa, Heracles, CĂș Chulainn, Rin Tohsaka, and the others followed.
Then Hestia, Hephaestus, and the rest.
Only Loki remained.
She wanted to recruit the Art of Fighting Team, the Fatal Fury Team, and others.
Finn and the Loki Familia had already been sent back.
Too much time away would cause chaos.
By the time Emiya returned, Loki had already explained everything.
The fighters finally understood.
These people were not from this world.
Travel between worlds.
Gods.
Familias.
Curiosity spread, but interest did not.
Kyo Kusanagi's eyes burned.
"I'd rather grow strong with my own hands."
Others nodded.
Loki sneered.
"Naive. Join me and learn Nen and Haki. One effort, tenfold return."
"No one here made the top three. That alone proves it."
Kyo remained unmoved.
"Then we'll train ten times harder."
Loki lost interest and turned away.
"What about the rest of you?"
Silence.
King smiled lightly.
"Mai, did you join?"
Mai shook her head.
"But I learned Nen. You should too, King."
King blinked.
"I can?"
"Of course," Loki said.
"But Mai didn't join."
"Emiya taught me."
Emiya nodded.
"She was the first person I met. Others have two choices. Join a Familia, or work under me."
King snorted.
"Who'd want that?"
The others silently agreed.
Emiya shrugged.
Loki smiled.
"If you change your mind, find Mai."
"And if trouble comes, I'll help. You know the price."
The fighters remembered those words.
Loki smiled, patted Emiya's shoulder.
"Let's go."
After a few final words with Mature and Vice, Emiya took Loki and left this world.
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