"One Piece? A na I've never heard before."
"Edward Zenkichi? That na doesn't seem popular either."
Several Heroic Spirits across the battlefield were visibly confused. Servants summoned by the Holy Grail should be legendary figures—widely known, respected, or feared.
"King, that man isn't a Heroic Spirit," Tokiomi Tohsaka said with certainty, speaking to the King of Heroes. "He arrived in this world a year before the Holy Grail War began. Don't be deceived."
Gilgash narrowed his eyes, his golden pupils locking onto the white-haired warrior standing boldly before them.
"You're not a Heroic Spirit?" the King of Heroes asked, skeptical.
Zenkichi smirked.
"Is that so strange? You're not the only ones who can reach the peak."
"There are powerful n in every age. I, Zenkichi, will shake the very earth beneath your feet."
Zenkichi spoke without hesitation, without hiding his identity or his overwhelming aura.
Lancer's eyes sparkled with excitent. "To think such strength still exists in this era."
"Co then! Even if you're human, I won't show rcy!"
Zenkichi spun his naginata with ease, laughing heartily. "I don't want your rcy. I want everything you've got—fight at full power!"
Gilgash gritted his teeth, insulted that anyone else dared speak with such arrogance. His fury boiled over.
"You impudent fool! I'll make you pay dearly!"
The golden Gate of Babylon flared to life behind him. Waves of ancient Noble Phantasms erged from the portal, glittering with lethal energy.
With a calm breath, Zenkichi clenched his fist. The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit surged through him.
He slamd his fist into the air.
Crack—
The sky fractured like glass. A wall of vibrations rippled through the battlefield, distorting space itself. The wave of incoming weapons shattered instantly, thrown back in a chaotic spray of broken treasure.
At the sa ti, Lancer made his move—coming from behind in perfect sync with the chaos. His crimson spear aid for Zenkichi's back.
"Well done!" Zenkichi shouted with admiration.
He turned mid-swing, his naginata glowing with Haki, and clashed violently with the spear. Sparks exploded as the force of the blow knocked Lancer backward.
"What… martial skill like that…!" Lancer gasped. Zenkichi's blade work wasn't just strong—it was far superior.
"I'm coming too!"
Artoria Pendragon—King Arthur—moved swiftly. She no longer cared for restraint. Excalibur lit up in her hand, a radiant force of divine power.
It was the strongest single-target Noble Phantasm of any Heroic Spirit.
She unleashed it without hesitation, hoping to break through Zenkichi's formidable defenses. From her perspective, his shockwave technique was a wide-area ability—spread too thin to block a focused attack.
She charged forward, golden energy surrounding her blade.
This attack will pierce him, she thought. It has to!
But Zenkichi raised his hand again and cracked the air. Another mirror-like burst of seismic force rippled outward, and when her strike t the barrier, the light of Excalibur was stopped cold.
She gritted her teeth. It didn't work… the gap is too wide…
Zenkichi smiled, shaking his head.
"King Arthur, your attack won't cut it."
"You're no match for . Why don't you consider my offer?"
"Be my daughter."
His tone was light-hearted, almost playful—but his power left no room for jest.
"What a terrifying man…" Artoria whispered.
"Zenkichi," ca a laugh from the side, "you're the bravest warrior I've ever seen."
It was Iskandar, the King of Conquerors.
"Will you join ? Be my right hand."
Zenkichi cast him a glance. "I serve no one. Save your breath."
"What a sha," Iskandar replied with a grin. "Then allow to entertain you with everything I have!"
A surge of magical power exploded from his body. The land itself began to shift and warp—reality bending to the might of a true King's Noble Phantasm.
In seconds, the city outskirts vanished, replaced by a boundless desert.
An army appeared, stretching across the horizon.
"This is my invincible army—Ionioi Hetairoi."
"My brave n who followed in life now fight beside in death!"
He raised his hand, and the entire army let out a unified war cry.
"Charge!!"
A tidal wave of n and horses stord toward Zenkichi, the ground rumbling beneath their charge.
From a nearby rooftop, Hassan of the Cursed Arm observed the overwhelming display. His usually calm deanor cracked.
"This… this isn't sothing I can fight…"
Even Gilgash looked intrigued now. Perhaps this human… truly is worthy of standing among kings…
Artoria tensed beside him. "A king fights alone… but against an army like this… even I would hesitate."
Zenkichi, however, only smiled.
"For , the number of enemies makes no difference."
Then, with a single step forward, an invisible wave exploded from his body—Conqueror's Haki.
The very air quaked.
The front lines of Iskandar's army staggered mid-charge. Then, one by one, they collapsed. Soldiers dropped like flies, unconscious or paralyzed by the sheer force of his will.
It was as if a mountain had crashed down on them.
"This… this pressure…" Gilgash muttered in disbelief.
Artoria's hand trembled slightly. "Such dominance… I've never seen anything like it."
Iskandar's grin faltered. "Even I… don't possess that level of kingly resolve…"
Zenkichi didn't stop there. He poured more power into his Conqueror's Haki, and in seconds, over 80% of the King's Army fell.
No defense. No resistance. Just collapse.
His presence alone was too much.
The strength of Iskandar's army lay in its numbers—but against a man who could mow down legions with willpower alone, numbers ant nothing.
"I'll take care of the rest myself!"
Zenkichi shouted, and in the next mont, his body dissolved into glowing particles.
He shot into the sky.
Then—light.
A downpour of golden projectiles rained from above.
Yasakani no Magatama
The attack struck the ground in a divine barrage, vaporizing the last remnants of the army.
Silence fell.
Smoke and dust cleared. None stood to oppose him.
Only the trembling of the earth remained.
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