Zenkichi's overwhelming aura surged across Fuyuki City, a tidal wave of intent radiating in every direction. His presence alone bent the wills of lesser beings, while Heroic Spirits and Masters alike found themselves caught in the web of his Haki-infused perception.
He wasn't hiding. On the contrary, he stood tall and proud—challenging all who dared approach.
The first to accept the provocation was none other than the Lancer-class Servant, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. This generation's Lancer was unique, possessing a captivating black mole beneath one eye—a mark that would be charming on a woman, but sohow made him even more striking as a man.
Zenkichi studied him briefly, eyes narrowing.
That mole… it really does have so power over won. Not bad.
"Lancer—Diarmuid. Step forward and fight."
Lancer's expression hardened as he leveled his crimson spear, Gáe Dearg, toward Zenkichi.
"I fight by the code of chivalry," he said solemnly. "I will face you with honor."
Zenkichi tilted his head with a grin.
"Just you? Hah, don't be in such a rush."
"If I defeat you now, you might cling to the illusion that the gap between us isn't insurmountable."
"I'll wait until the rest arrive. Seven Heroic Spirits. One ."
"I want to crush all your confidence in a single strike."
Lancer's brows furrowed in disbelief.
"You're that arrogant? I assud you were a man of principle. Turns out you're just full of yourself."
Zenkichi chuckled.
"Oh? So you feel insulted already? Let's make it interesting."
"If I beat all of you together—one against six—how about you start calling 'Father'?"
He leaned on his naginata, grinning wildly. The aura he exuded now was sothing beyond even the greatest warriors—a kingly force.
"Your arrogance will be your downfall!" Lancer roared, no longer able to restrain himself.
He charged forward and thrust his demonic spear directly at Zenkichi's forehead—an attack that would normally pierce even magical defenses.
But Zenkichi moved, fluid and controlled. With a single flick of his Haki-coated naginata, he knocked the spear aside like it was a child's toy.
Lancer skidded back, eyes wide with disbelief.
"That... that power...!"
From the shadows, a soft gleam erged. Blonde hair and erald eyes. Artoria Pendragon had arrived—the so-called King of Knights, often mistaken for a man in history. Her sword, Excalibur, hung ready at her side.
She had been hoping to follow Emiya Kiritsugu's strategic lead, keeping herself hidden until the right mont. But Zenkichi's overt challenge had disrupted everything.
War had already been declared, and to her, fighting from the shadows felt like cowardice.
"You've drawn more attention, huh?" Zenkichi smirked, turning to her.
"Two? Not enough," he continued, arms crossed. "How about I fight ten?"
"Young King Arthur, if you lose, how about becoming my daughter?"
Artoria narrowed her eyes. "The dignity of a king cannot be mocked."
"Well said!" ca a booming voice, cutting through the atmosphere.
A thunderous chariot blazed onto the scene, pulled by divine bulls. The mighty King of Conquerors had arrived—Iskandar himself. His Noble Phantasm, the Gordius Wheel, tore across the field as lightning crackled around its wheels.
"Ha!" Zenkichi let out a bellowing laugh. "That's just an ox cart. I'm the kind of man who can stop a warship with one hand!"
He raised his palm calmly and t the divine bulls head-on.
The mont his hand touched the chariot's front, a shockwave exploded outward. The bulls staggered and halted as if they'd slamd into an invisible mountain. Zenkichi roared, and with sheer brute strength, flipped the chariot skyward.
The King of Conquerors stared in disbelief.
"That was no trick… That strength is real…"
A mont of silence passed—until Zenkichi lifted his head again.
"Only three of you? No, I count four."
He looked into a nearby shadow where a presence lurked. "Hassan. You won't act unless provoked, huh?"
No answer. Only the cold gaze of the assassin lingered.
Then a voice echoed from above.
"To think you'd cause this much chaos with just your mouth."
Standing atop a streetlamp was the King of Heroes—Gilgash. Clad in golden armor, his eyes shone with disdain.
Zenkichi grinned.
"King of Heroes, you've got so nerve. Tell you what—be my son. I'll raise you properly."
Gilgash's face contorted with rage.
"You dare…"
Behind him shimred a ripple, like the surface of a disturbed pond. From it, a barrage of treasures burst forth—swords, spears, and ancient relics—all launched from the Gate of Babylon.
Zenkichi's right hand clenched.
A faint white glow enveloped his fist—the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
"Air Shock."
He punched the space before him, and the very air cracked like glass. The vibration created a mirrored barrier that shattered the incoming Noble Phantasms before they could touch him.
The King of Heroes faltered, his face darkening.
"What… is this strange power?"
Zenkichi turned his gaze calmly and spoke with a booming laugh.
"I am Edward Zenkichi, the man who'll shake this world!"
"Why not save yourselves the trouble? Call father now—sons and daughters alike."
"But if you insist, I'll beat the entire lot of you into the ground."
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I still haven't watched the fate series, too preoccupied.
So there might be nas misspelling or wrong nas, Not sure though, cos I made research about each character so as to avoid nas inconsistency.
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