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Whoosh!
Sixteen Noble Phantasms, radiating power and nace, hurtled towards Haru, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.
Haru, his gaze fixed on Gilgash, glanced at the incoming weapons, a smirk playing on his lips.
He'd instantly assessed their power level using his Master's Authority—all B-rank. While formidable, they weren't enough to even scratch his skin. Haru's body, despite its slender appearance, possessed EX-rank durability.
He didn't even bother to defend himself. These attacks were like a gentle breeze—why bother blocking the wind?
But the others, seeing Haru's seemingly careless disregard for the incoming barrage, assud he was paralyzed by fear, frozen in place.
Saber, her eyes narrowing, drew Excalibur, rushing forward to intercept the attack.
But soone was faster.
"Ha!"
Kiyohi, appearing before Haru in a flash of motion, her aqua hair swirling around her, a massive, crescent-blade glaive—like a Guandao—in her hands, intercepted the Noble Phantasms.
The air whipped and cracked as she swung the two-ter-long blade, deflecting the incoming projectiles with effortless grace.
Everyone stared at her, their expressions a mixture of shock and—confusion. A weapon that size, wielded by a girl barely five feet tall...?
Thud!
Kiyohi planted the glaive's handle in the ground and turned, throwing her arms around Haru, her voice filled with concern. "Haru-sama, are you alright? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine. But, is that Your Noble Phantasm?" Haru asked.
Kiyohi, relieved that he was unhard, her worried expression softening, blushed, covering her mouth with her hand. "Yes. It's a naginata. As a daughter of a warrior family, it was—mandatory training. It seems—it beca my Noble Phantasm. Though I'm only—sowhat proficient with it."
"Don't be so modest, Kiyohi. You're very strong," Haru said, his voice sincere.
"You're not lying? I'm—that strong?" Kiyohi clung to his arm, her voice filled with delight.
"In many ways," Haru murmured, enjoying the feel of her soft body against his.
....
"Sixteen Noble Phantasms, deflected in an instant—and she calls that 'sowhat proficient?' Are all Servants such monsters?" Waver, watching from above, muttered, his teeth grinding.
Rider nodded in agreent, then turned to Waver, his expression serious. "Her technique—it's Basic. Her paraters shouldn't be higher than C-rank. But her strength—it's monstrous. Boy, check her stats."
"R-right..." Waver quickly activated his Master's ability, then his eyes widened. "All A-rank! And A in Agility! What kind of monster is she?!"
Rider nodded, as if he'd expected this. "A Servant's physical abilities are determined by their Master's magical energy. So—the monster isn't her, it's her Master—that Magic user!"
Waver, his face paling, hid behind Rider. "Boosting a Servant's stats from C-rank to A-rank—how much magical energy does that guy have?!"
....
A golden light, brighter than before, radiated from Gilgash.
Her crimson eyes, focused on Kiyohi, pierced through the girl's charming facade, seeing directly into her soul—a massive, coiled white dragon.
Gilgash was using her Sha Naqba Imuru: The Omniscient Omnipotent Star—an ability given to her from the Gods which made her omniscient, giving her access to all knowledge of the world.
Gilgash's face darkened, and her voice, cold and filled with killing intent, echoed through the container yard.
"You dare interfere with my judgnt? You—serpent, you want to die?
Behind her, more weapons erged from the Gate of Babylon, thirty-two in total, each radiating a powerful aura—A-rank Noble Phantasms, each with dragon-slaying properties.
"She can summon more?..." Illyasviel whispered, her hand covering her mouth.
"Just how rich is this woman? Since when are Noble Phantasms so—common?..." Waver groaned, clutching his hair.
Even Rider was silent, his face a mask of shock.
"Showing off your—toys—before Kiyohi? Threatening my husband? I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" Kiyohi's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with venom, as she sensed the threat from the weapons.
Saber's face paled.
But she was a warrior. She took a deep breath, suppressing her fear, and stepped forward, shielding Kiyohi and Haru. "Kiyohi, stand back. I'll handle this. You're outmatched."
"No need. I'll finish her—now." A sinister smile spread across Kiyohi's face as she began to draw on Haru's magical energy, preparing to unleash her most powerful attack.
"Samadhi Through Transforming Flas? You intend to use that—single-target, EX-ranked Noble Phantasm?..." Gilgash's voice was laced with amusent.
"H-How do you know that...?" Kiyohi's eyes widened in shock.
Haru's eyes narrowed. Kiyohi's Noble Phantasm should have been a secret. How did Gilgash know about it?
"EX-rank?!" Waver and Rider stared at Kiyohi, their faces pale.
Their own trump card, Ionian Hetairoi, was also EX-rank. But it was an Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, ant for use against multiple opponents. And Gilgash had just said Kiyohi's was a single-target EX-ranked Noble Phantasm—its destructive power against a single individual was unimaginable.
"This is bad. I'm not confident I could survive an EX-ranked attack..." Rider muttered, scratching his head.
"Such high paraters—and an EX-ranked Noble Phantasm?! That's cheating!" Waver's voice was filled with despair. His hopes of winning the Grail War dwindled.
"I saw it, of course. I see everything." Gilgash's crimson eyes glowed with the power of Sha Naqba Imuru, her omniscience.
Her gaze, fixed on Haru, suddenly hardened, her voice a furious roar.
"You—Bastard...!"
"...."
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